[Ammy's eyes, brightening with a flicker of hope, follow him as he goes up to put… his. belt. …on it.
Her ears flatten somewhat at this, and she groans at him, and if he takes it as: Really. Really! It's for your clothes… —groan dipping into whine—then he wouldn't be incorrect, whatsoever. She's trying to stay in the realm of her pouting, like a too youthful in personality momma, crossing her arms with puffed cheeks while one of her children practically mocks her failed DIY job, and ignore his laughter, and sulk because as her traveling companion would say she's really sensitive about her flaws, but—
Ugh, his laughter's so sincere, and it's picking up her spirits, enticing her playfulness. She grumbles at him, part rumbles part whimpers, and goes over to him to paw and nudge him down, trying to tickle him with teeth, wrestle tenderly.
It's not so bad for a first attempt! Her teasing dwindles until, only for a moment, she's got nothing but her head laying against his lap and belly, not weighted, so he can sit up if he likes, her back end still standing normally. After a hefty sigh, she picks herself up to give him space again, and insinuates while walking toward the fish: Do you know how to make a fire?
She goes to smell over the fish he brought, to make certain it hasn't gone bad, but luckily it hasn't been hours and the night is cold, and so she dips down to clean the dirt away.]
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Her ears flatten somewhat at this, and she groans at him, and if he takes it as: Really. Really! It's for your clothes… —groan dipping into whine—then he wouldn't be incorrect, whatsoever. She's trying to stay in the realm of her pouting, like a too youthful in personality momma, crossing her arms with puffed cheeks while one of her children practically mocks her failed DIY job, and ignore his laughter, and sulk because as her traveling companion would say she's really sensitive about her flaws, but—
Ugh, his laughter's so sincere, and it's picking up her spirits, enticing her playfulness. She grumbles at him, part rumbles part whimpers, and goes over to him to paw and nudge him down, trying to tickle him with teeth, wrestle tenderly.
It's not so bad for a first attempt! Her teasing dwindles until, only for a moment, she's got nothing but her head laying against his lap and belly, not weighted, so he can sit up if he likes, her back end still standing normally. After a hefty sigh, she picks herself up to give him space again, and insinuates while walking toward the fish: Do you know how to make a fire?
She goes to smell over the fish he brought, to make certain it hasn't gone bad, but luckily it hasn't been hours and the night is cold, and so she dips down to clean the dirt away.]