you got mail! // palm glades invite

[METEOR]

Quasar shook his head and the shakes spread over his entire body, spraying powder snow everywhere, until his tails thrashed the last of the clumps off his tail-tips. He lifted his muzzle and immediately shot a glare at Dante, his lips pulling away from his gleaming teeth as he stared the cougar down. “Fuck you, fin soup,” he growled. “Don’t like the way I look? Then close your damned eyes! Or I’ll shut ‘em for you.”

His nostrils flared as he exhaled a sharp puff; sparks crackled between his yellow ears. He didn’t look away from the cougar-sized hybrid, even as the dainty thing approached and softly spoke.

“Ice skating on the frozen lake. Gonna be fancy, with the Typhoon’s crew invited, too.” His blue eyes stared, unblinking, at Dante as his lips pulled into a deeper snarl. “Food too, but none so tasty as this fishy fish smells.”