Beer-battered fries and a hunk of a FurDuon always made for an interesting affair. Lois had had no inclination to go any further with this rendezvous, until of course the FurDuon so nicknamed as 'Juan sprung to the table the Wyne and details of his run in with KolaUla-one of the fiercest and most accurate BowsFurries to make a name of her self and an impressive trail of dead too!
Lois had settled into her booth well by now, tail curled about her feet, propped beside her, slender arms languidly spread beneath her chin and across the table as her fingers toiled with the not yet taken plates-the service was a shocker but bot, did their fries go down a treat!
She blinked and perked her ears at the mention of his own rendezvous with KolaUla and she not help but smirk and roll her eyes, as she took in the WhiteTyger Furries facial structure and the mischief in his green orbs-he was a Tyger of great mirth but a warrior nonetheless, and it was this trait, this fact, that she could not forget and let slip should she say the wrong thing or become too comfortable. Lifting a paw she slid the Wyne aside and rolled her shoulders back, the tan of her fur sheeny in the dim light.
"Now, Malarr, I understand you have favour with this...this....Bawdy blooded animal..but she has a feral hunger for the Tigersin's, who I know to be a good and righteous clan, and you cannot forgo them because of past...entanglements..."
Malarr furrowed a brow at her description and lifted a wide, sharp paw, waving it back and forth, those sterling paws glinting and she hid her gulp with a creeping fist before her mouth, as though in thought.
"I mean not to disgrace you, we both know, it's not my business or place to judge..but should the Tigersin's be attacked, I have no choice but to step in. And we both do not want that!"
And with that Malarr purred, the gutteral curl of a growl seeping past tensed lips as he lifted his gaze to the room, paws now before him, calmly, though she knew one swipe, and she was quite posisbly, a goner! She sat up straight, discerning him with slit eyes, her lilac gaze furrowed an instant. She didn't like the way he regarded her, just some punky little Catt, who just happened to have some Royal alliance. She was a warrior in her own right, he just didn't care to know of here past. To him, the past was just that, but in Lois' eyes, one had to know their Opponent inside and out to get 'em where it hurt. She liked to cut deep, should it come to that.
"Well Lois, before I brandish my penknife I'd say we leave it at that. Your actions are your own and I'll have no part in it. I do respect you, but that does not mean I support your decisions. You support the Tigersin's, and I support Kola. We leave it at that."
And he was gone. As quick as he had come, as slight as he had spoken. He was a subtle presence, but his actions and wisdom always had steady, ever-extending reverberations, and she did listen to him. For some reason.
Standing she slid the notes across the table, dipping her head to the approaching waitress before she scurried out, grabbing her black army cap on and her army disposal green jacket, it was a little too big but she loved deep pockets! She grinned as she strolled out. He'd lean her way once he was Kola's ridiculous schemes and how she was more an enemy to him than he perhaps cared to realise....
Lois had settled into her booth well by now, tail curled about her feet, propped beside her, slender arms languidly spread beneath her chin and across the table as her fingers toiled with the not yet taken plates-the service was a shocker but bot, did their fries go down a treat!
She blinked and perked her ears at the mention of his own rendezvous with KolaUla and she not help but smirk and roll her eyes, as she took in the WhiteTyger Furries facial structure and the mischief in his green orbs-he was a Tyger of great mirth but a warrior nonetheless, and it was this trait, this fact, that she could not forget and let slip should she say the wrong thing or become too comfortable. Lifting a paw she slid the Wyne aside and rolled her shoulders back, the tan of her fur sheeny in the dim light.
"Now, Malarr, I understand you have favour with this...this....Bawdy blooded animal..but she has a feral hunger for the Tigersin's, who I know to be a good and righteous clan, and you cannot forgo them because of past...entanglements..."
Malarr furrowed a brow at her description and lifted a wide, sharp paw, waving it back and forth, those sterling paws glinting and she hid her gulp with a creeping fist before her mouth, as though in thought.
"I mean not to disgrace you, we both know, it's not my business or place to judge..but should the Tigersin's be attacked, I have no choice but to step in. And we both do not want that!"
And with that Malarr purred, the gutteral curl of a growl seeping past tensed lips as he lifted his gaze to the room, paws now before him, calmly, though she knew one swipe, and she was quite posisbly, a goner! She sat up straight, discerning him with slit eyes, her lilac gaze furrowed an instant. She didn't like the way he regarded her, just some punky little Catt, who just happened to have some Royal alliance. She was a warrior in her own right, he just didn't care to know of here past. To him, the past was just that, but in Lois' eyes, one had to know their Opponent inside and out to get 'em where it hurt. She liked to cut deep, should it come to that.
"Well Lois, before I brandish my penknife I'd say we leave it at that. Your actions are your own and I'll have no part in it. I do respect you, but that does not mean I support your decisions. You support the Tigersin's, and I support Kola. We leave it at that."
And he was gone. As quick as he had come, as slight as he had spoken. He was a subtle presence, but his actions and wisdom always had steady, ever-extending reverberations, and she did listen to him. For some reason.
Standing she slid the notes across the table, dipping her head to the approaching waitress before she scurried out, grabbing her black army cap on and her army disposal green jacket, it was a little too big but she loved deep pockets! She grinned as she strolled out. He'd lean her way once he was Kola's ridiculous schemes and how she was more an enemy to him than he perhaps cared to realise....