Hmm...Nakhtmin pondered, lip quirking with some amusement at her petulance. It was the game of young bulls with undropped testicles to take offense at harmless things, and he had felt bites of flies with more sting than the scorn of a sun-addled monkey. Let it have no power to move him, then.
A snort ruffled the fur of her crown.
You do have an unfortunate lack of tail.His head tilted,
And your face is very short, and your fur very dark. Yes, I did notice these things. But if you are not a baboon, then I have no name at all for you. I will require one.
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


