Courteous as always, the reddish-brown coywolf dipped his head to her then waited for her to take a seat; she did so with a smirk that was as affectionate and gracious as it was teasing. Even though she tried to present herself as a lax leader, and therefore displays of deference got on her nerves, it was different with the boy. His warm greeting had her smiling more softly than she really dared to smile with most clan-mates save for Myrika and Sparrow, and she knew that there was no point in pretending she didn’t have a soft spot for Nathaniel.
“Exhausted,” Vesper answered honestly, rolling her shoulders and wincing slightly as she unknowingly flexed the muscles that had been killing her while she was shifted. “Bow practice,” she said by way of explanation, and shook her head before reaching out to nudge him playfully with a small, pale paw. She didn’t really mind small talk, and it was nice to just catch up with one of her informal students.
“What about you, kiddo?” she asked, eyeing him. “Sitting out on the beach all by your lonesome?”
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