The Fourth Virtue
"i. . . think i'd pick the rabbit. . " he'd mutter mostly to himself, then lower his head a bit in an embarressed sort of fashion. "s-sorry. . ." he'd say, before looking up. the mouse chuckled.
Sunrise
Tarik would still look a bit embarressed, this was his kind she was referring to. still listening close, the rat nodded slowly then. . . shirked back: the final words doing a number on his pride. "i g-guess so. . ." he'd reply sadly.