Roseroot kept grooming little Birch, trying to calm them both down. She narrowed her eyes at the grey buck as he approached, clearly thinking this was all his fault somehow. Irresponsible buck... Clearly only good for one thing, and hardly even that!
"What do you want," she asked, "Birch is very tired."
Yes, she was being overly protective. Birchbark could probably talk for himself, and the kitten might even be up for another go at racing, but she was fed up with Ragwort's nonsense. Her main priority right now was to make sure the little one was fed, groomed and tucked in safe and sound in a burrow as soon as possible.
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"Thanks for the race, little one," Rags said, ignoring the possesive marli. She was clearly a dead end, and causing a scene might scare the less hostile does away. Play racing was fun, but he had other fun things to attend to... Like eating... Grooming... Checking out other does...
"I was just being polite," he said to Roseroot, feigning hurt feelings, "See you around Birch, Valerian... Rose."
And with that he headed off, looking for a nice spot to flay, or a playful doe...
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