@mobian-menaces // starter call.
➦ her perch was special, the crook of a tree’s branch where she could spectate the surrounding visage while letting her wisps flost about around her. it usually led to quiet sections of the day followed by a few stragglers, but never had she had someone so verbose & hard-headed interrupt her day. it had happened once or twice in her past, but for her tree to shake traumatically as though her world was collapsing allowed for one clot of frustration to stick on. grabbing the hulk of her gun’s front, whisper hooks its handle around the branch’s width before swinging down to dangle almost like a perched cat ( albeit upside-down ) from its length.
lo & behold, her nose is quickly met with the wet cold peck of another, the tender squish of snoots enough to consider it an unconventional kiss — one that jerks whisper away to scramble from her position & clamber back up onto the tree branch. as she rubs at her nose begrudgingly, squinted eyes bore down at the skunk by the base of the tree who had purposefully rustled it just to gain her attention. clueless as to why, the sniper kicks at her weapon’s hilt to swing it back up into her arms, threateningly held only for a moment ; ultimately she holsters it against her back before jumping down to the forest floor.
now at her appropriate height, the wolf lets her gaze follow up the belly of the mephidae, nose wiggling in lieu of its indirect smooch. it wasn’t something she had aimed to do, but who knows when it came to the musclehead & his brother. either they were pawning to rule the school for the day or just bust heads to ( possibly? ) make the girls look their way. keep in mind, this is coming from a trained soldier’s point of view — she’s not entirely sure what to make of either skunk brother. with tumble now in her path, whisper folds her arms & almost dramatically begs the question.
❛ - ( what do you want? ) - ❜