Rum could not believe this.
Well, no. He could totally believe it. She was lying and she was convincing! Of course she was, because Rum had the unfortunate quality of being a male acting against his favor. He puffed his cheeks out as he listened to the crying and the accusations, almost watching the increasingly large hole being dug around him.
He was so going to get back at her for this, future queen or no.
"Well, yeah," Rum confessed, too honest for his own good and knowing it. It was something he would have to work on, "but she hit me first! She wasn't going to come out of that ugly little thing she made! I was just trying to go in and encourage her out and she hit me on the face! Then she jumped on my, completely unprovoked, and bit my ear! CHEWED on it! You can still see! So I... kindofheadbutthertomakeherletgo."
Rum glared at Talis as she walked passed him into the den, then rolled his eyes at the flower. Great. More fuel on the fire. He was almost certain it had just happened to be in her den, a building material she hadn't really thought about, and she was just using her cunning to get him into even more trouble.
And it was working.
"This... this is... so wrong," Rum said, shaking his head in dismay. He glared at her as she came over to hug him, keeping his paws glued to the earth in a very, very difficult effort to listen to his mother. He definitely wanted to hit Talis, right on the nose, but he refrained, even when she whispered her victorious little taunt into his ear.
Oh. He was going to get her back. One day.
Hanging his head in defeat, he scuffed his paws at the earth. "I was already doing a chore when I got into this mess!" He grumbled, dragging his feet as he padded toward his mother. There was no point fighting it now. He had lost. But he was going to remember this, and things would be different next time.
