her tongue clicked faintly off the roof of her mouth—whinin', she muttered under her breath with all the contempt of a cat kicked out of the warm laundry pile.

she kept close. not shoulder to shoulder, but close enough that the wind off his back stirred the loose hairs on her chest. a comfort, maybe. not that she’d admit it.

when the grass shifted and his voice dropped, she mirrored him—ears twitching forward, steps light. she didn’t answer his jab, just cast him a sidelong glance like who’s the noisy one now, before her attention swept ahead again.

and then that last bit. it wasn’t loud—just sat between the trees. twitch didn't quite know what to do with it; wasn't entirely sure what he meant. didn't think she'd move cause she was lazy, or something less domestic? twitch didn’t stop walking, but her ears pinned back. awfully vague, but okay.