"You're pretty smart," Taiga admitted, "for a feline."
She smirked, listening to the exchange between Eckhart and Belladonna. Now that she knew he wasn't insane and talking to the air, the young man was growing on her...to a point. And though she just really hated cats, the fur ball was absolutely a great source of entertainment, if nothing else.
Throwing a pot at a dragon, she thought. So...maybe I was a little quick to think he's clever. Even so, the humiliation on his face when he realized he'd confessed to crying gave Taiga secondhand embarrassment for him. "Listen," she said, "if you had a good reason, I'm not judging. Tears are strength, kid. Don't think anything less. So, what made you freak out so bad you had to throw a pot?"
Trudging through the snow, Wasp kicked herself for not planning ahead. The horse that was lying dead on the road could've been used to made this much easier. Then again, where's the fun in that? She walked over to a tree and pulled herself up to a low branch. Navigating the close trees was much easier than shoving her way through the snow.
She dropped back down at the sight of footprints, seeming to be headed back towards her. She narrowed her eyes, looking in either direction, but the prints led further than she could see. Wasp examined the prints.
Toe is deeper than the heel, but they're not spaced out enough to be running. Sorry, bastards, but you're gonna have to do better. She laughed, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice. "Hide, ya little bugs!" She called, her voice once again in a singsong tone. "Better hurry, or Wasp is gonna sting ya!"