Thicket of Secrets quiet laughter in the air

Everything else faded into unimportance in the face of the terrifying mice. While the white lady wasn't exactly afraid of the tiny creatures; how could she be, she ate them, she was also very uncomfortable with the feeling of their tiny feet pittering and pattering and messing up her elegant silky white fur. She blinked gratefully at the already armor-hued man, but still frowned in response to his question. <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">"N-no," she exclaimed, <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">"There's s-still one m-more, i-it's.. EEEK!" The mouse crawled onto the top of her head, and Kiera began to flail her head from side to side, trying to get the small creature off. Nothing she did worked, though, and she grew more and more upset as the mouse began to... groom her fur? Or something with her fur. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">

<blockquote>Shocked and alarmed that his valiance wasn't quite as effective as he'd preferred it to be, Veldrin's smile faded into a frown. A vindictive frown. No wonder chivalry was dead. It was too much trouble rescuing these poor ladies. <b>"Darling, no worries!"</b> he reassured with a flick of his tail. <b>"That mouse has nothing on me!"</b> continued he, completely oblivious to the fact that the mouse was now dancing on Kiera's head. <b>"Back in my old pack, I was crowned top mice tamer!"</b> he exclaimed. His enthusiasm was out of character, but his attempts to woo the female had cast his innate personalities out the metaphorical window. He gently pounded Kiera's head into the earth and removed the mouse from her head -- in the process, leaving only one gaping scratch on her previously flawless face! <b>"There you go, my dear."</b> He was such a hero sometimes.</blockquote>

Once again, the shy pretty girl ignored everything that came out of the silly man's mouth because for that moment, her universe revolved around the mouse. Not in a romantic way, of course. She could only love wolves. But in the way that the mouse atop her head was the only thing that she could thing about. That Veldrin continued to spout some nonsense in an apparently chivalrous way frustrated her, because the mouse was still on her head and she wanted nothing more than to get it off. And maybe kill it. Just kidding, she wasn't a cold-blooded wolf. She would be if she were a reptile. But anyways... it was only when Veldrin finally dealt with the mice problem that she actually looked at him, not in gratitude, though, in anger. The place where he had scratched her throbbed, and angrily, she bristled. She darted towards a mouse and sent it flying at the steel-furred wolf's face. (Maybe she was cold-blooded after all). <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">

<blockquote>Veldrin relaxed now that the mouse was gone. His self-esteem bloated, and he tried to look taller. Except he fell over, so that defeated the purpose. Thus, he decided to forgive Kiera for ignoring his beautiful speeches. They were so charming and moving and poignant that he could be the next Obama. But anyways. He saw the anger in her eyes. He felt the cold blood churning in her body. His mind screamed: "She's a genetically modified organism!" He saw the mouse coming. He readied himself. Then, swinging his hips from to and fro to balance himself, he picked up a stick with his mouth and swung at the incoming projectile. <b>"These guns ain't just for show,"</b> he commented, and flexed. And then gave a complimentary wink.</blockquote>

If you know the Naruto series, think "Inner Sakura." That would be precisely what Kiera looked like right now. Minus the ugly big forehead and the bright pink hair, of course. And the ugly green eyes and the silly ninja clothes and... well, actually, don't think "inner Sakura," just think "angry princess Kiera." Which was what she was. She seethed, more furious than Mojojojo when the Powerful girls get their way, more furious than the monsters when Courage the cowardly dog saves Muriel and.. Estevan? Esteban?- more furious than a flaming chihuahua. But alas, Kiera was a lady, and so at the very most, she only appeared to be slightly discontent. She glared uncharacteristically at the gray-furred wolf, and growled (although her growl was still quite girly and friendly), <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">"You have no idea how to treat a lady!" She huffed. (.. and puffed... and blew the house down!... jk). <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">

<blockquote>Kiera looked mildly pissed off. Oh, but deep down inside, Veldrin knew that she longed for his embrace, longed to have heart-to-hearts with him. She was just playing hard to get, that feisty little thing! Chuckling to himself like Father Christmas, Veldrin awarded Kiera with a suggestive wink. <b>"Oh darling, drop the pretenses!"</b> he purred like a cat, except he was a wolf, so that would be an eternal paradox. Or an oxymoron. Which was which again? At any rate, he stopped caring about literary features and literature analysis ever since he'd left his pack. <b>"Come now, join me!"</b> he declared. <b>"We'll make the cutest pack. Ever. Look at my face,"</b> he continued in all seriousness. <b>"Does this look like a face that would create ugly babies?"</b> he questioned proudly. And rhetorically. His beauty needed no confirmation!</blockquote>