[size=9pt]"Y chromosome!" Comes an exclamation. A feral thing of a cat hobbles forward, luminious periwinkle gaze squinting up at the wolf before her. She draws her tongue noisily over her lips with all the grace of a toothless old woman. "'s what makes 'em dopey, Beelzebub." She slurs, and atop her head, curled delicately around one of her massive ears, the pygmy monkey in question fixes Meriwether with a accusatory glare of his own. "Males. Get themselves in all kinds of trouble. Big egos - massive egos - too big to fit in little log like that!" She lumbers closer clumsily, steps right into the strangers face and cranes her head to inspect him closer. From there she moves round him, jabs at the space beteen his rib. "Yous think yousa' a little- a little woodlouse? Yous think yousa' little rattlesnake? No. Dog. Big dog. Logs no place for wolves, stupid."
She hears his query, and she flicks one alabaster ear in acknowledgement, and chooses to take her time replying, making a loping lap around his body, instead. She hovers behind him, wrinkling her nose up in confusion at his dragon-like tail. It's only when she's settled down there - one paw batting carefully at the scales with a heaping dose of wariness, as if she'd spoken too soon and he is a rattlesnake after all, coiling in preperation to get her windpipe in his jaws - that she answers. Distracted, the boney little cat mutters, voice heavy with a lisp, "Ascendants." She fiddles with his tail, makes a move to yank deliberately at a scale. "Place of stars and Clan. Politics. Forests. Animals making problems themselves. Yada yada." She loses interest in the topic quickly. Instead, she cranes her head towards the pygmy monkey, who's slid down her flank to the ground. He sits, studying Meriwhether's mutations with a keen eye, and, queitly, she hunches her shoulders and presses herself close to the ground beside him. "Where do we think the dog get his scales, Beelzebub? Vivaldi doesn't know. Tell her."
She hears his query, and she flicks one alabaster ear in acknowledgement, and chooses to take her time replying, making a loping lap around his body, instead. She hovers behind him, wrinkling her nose up in confusion at his dragon-like tail. It's only when she's settled down there - one paw batting carefully at the scales with a heaping dose of wariness, as if she'd spoken too soon and he is a rattlesnake after all, coiling in preperation to get her windpipe in his jaws - that she answers. Distracted, the boney little cat mutters, voice heavy with a lisp, "Ascendants." She fiddles with his tail, makes a move to yank deliberately at a scale. "Place of stars and Clan. Politics. Forests. Animals making problems themselves. Yada yada." She loses interest in the topic quickly. Instead, she cranes her head towards the pygmy monkey, who's slid down her flank to the ground. He sits, studying Meriwhether's mutations with a keen eye, and, queitly, she hunches her shoulders and presses herself close to the ground beside him. "Where do we think the dog get his scales, Beelzebub? Vivaldi doesn't know. Tell her."
I'M PEARLY LIKE THE WHITES OF YOUR EYES.