07-22-2018, 09:00 PM
Versailles is ready to run with Imperia. Her muscles are tensed, lying in wait, ready to bolt as soon as the bear turns towards them. She waits, and waits, and waits... and it doesn't happen. Her heads swivel to Carolina, to the bear cub, but it's clear moving away wouldn't have helped either - the four of them, collectively, had no idea what had the mother so upset anyway, not until Moon stupidly (or perhaps smartly) launches himself at the bear and reveals the cause of this entire, frantic mess.
Perhaps Versailles should have anticipated this. Wherever Moon is concerned, things seem to be never what she ever expects it to be - and this counts. It's clear the mother bear had only wanted what was stuck on his goofy mane - if any of them had known, maybe Moon wouldn't have gotten his ass chased up a tree anyway. She shakes her head at the stupidity of it all. The lot of them had been ready to jump to his defense... because of a toy. An acorn toy.
Versailles lets out a resigned sigh, rubbing a paw across the scattered golden freckles on the bridge of her nose to calm herself. "Where - I - how..?" She can hardly form a sentence anymore, feeling nervousness and pressure and fear bleed out of her system as quickly as it had come. Moon annoys her an all but she doesn't want to see a Clanmate hurt, especially not someone that's kind of funny like him. It's almost a little too much for the she-cat, and she quickly plops down on her stomach and hangs her head, trying to pull at the unraveling strings of her patience, wrap them back into a ball again.
Her eyes wander over to Imperia's reaction towards Moon and something shifts uncomfortably within her. She feels like this is something she shouldn't necessarily bear witness to. It's like looking through a keyhole, into secrets that are not meant for her eyes - she pushes herself back to her paws and gives her short fur a shake out of habit. Her eyes don't move from their spot glued to the ground. "I'm glad you're safe, big guy. Stop stealing kid's toys." With that final remark, Vandal gives them a shaken bow and walks away.
Perhaps Versailles should have anticipated this. Wherever Moon is concerned, things seem to be never what she ever expects it to be - and this counts. It's clear the mother bear had only wanted what was stuck on his goofy mane - if any of them had known, maybe Moon wouldn't have gotten his ass chased up a tree anyway. She shakes her head at the stupidity of it all. The lot of them had been ready to jump to his defense... because of a toy. An acorn toy.
Versailles lets out a resigned sigh, rubbing a paw across the scattered golden freckles on the bridge of her nose to calm herself. "Where - I - how..?" She can hardly form a sentence anymore, feeling nervousness and pressure and fear bleed out of her system as quickly as it had come. Moon annoys her an all but she doesn't want to see a Clanmate hurt, especially not someone that's kind of funny like him. It's almost a little too much for the she-cat, and she quickly plops down on her stomach and hangs her head, trying to pull at the unraveling strings of her patience, wrap them back into a ball again.
Her eyes wander over to Imperia's reaction towards Moon and something shifts uncomfortably within her. She feels like this is something she shouldn't necessarily bear witness to. It's like looking through a keyhole, into secrets that are not meant for her eyes - she pushes herself back to her paws and gives her short fur a shake out of habit. Her eyes don't move from their spot glued to the ground. "I'm glad you're safe, big guy. Stop stealing kid's toys." With that final remark, Vandal gives them a shaken bow and walks away.