There’s no shortage of pride that blossoms in Maze’s heart when she is successful at knocking over her teacher and idol to the ground. Perhaps not the most conventional display of affection, but in this case it was absolutely a tackle filled with love. She laughs as Dayé’s back paws push her off - her voice joining that of the older wolf. She tugs gently at an ear as she moves off, standing nearby.
The joy spreads throughout her entire body at the compliment and she dips her head in acknowledgement - not finding a single verbal response that felt appropriate or adequate enough to express the emotions that stir within her.
At least, she is speechless for a short while - until Dayé asks her if she’s been keeping out of trouble, and then a sly grin lights up her orange eyes. “Of course.” Her voice drips with exaggerated sweetness, black-tipped tail flicking behind her. “I can’t help it if occasionally trouble finds me, as very hard as I try to stay out of it.” She thinks of Firion and his secrets, of Breach and their games, and of the falcon family she had joined briefly only to turn into a kitten while they were all resting and give them all a fright upon waking.
Instead of returning the question, though, Maze asks something else - her ears flopping a little as she tilts her head curiously.
“Do you ever hunt, Dayé?” It had been something Maze had been thinking about lately - with her tendency to shift into predatory animals. Agetta favoured a snow leopard, but as far as Maze knew never used it to hunt down a deer or rabbit. So she wondered whether this was something shifters did - whether there was a line to cross with what instincts you allowed and which ones you ignored.
@[Dayé]