Balt had to admit, typically he liked the stockier girls. The art of mating was so often ruined by mismatched sizes -- of course he didn't want to mount a female any bigger than he was, but he didn't like to feel as if the girl would snap under his weight, either. Chickadee was certainly not his type.

But that didn't mean he wasn't intrigued by her. There was more to Baltair than chasing girls and causing trouble with his brother, though some may not have known it.

Baltair caught his twin's glance, offering nothing more than a careless roll of his shoulders. He knew nothing that Will didn't know. At times the twins would find themselves wandering without much reason for doing so. Call it wanderlust, call it the restlessness of young bachelorhood; either way, rarely was any thought given to where they were going or where they ended up.

Balt rested back on his haunches, inclining his head casually. A lazy grin crossed his face as he nodded along to his brother's words. Yes, yes, he had smelled the spunky little female on this little one, as well. He liked Jagger -- though again, she was a little on the small side for his taste. She had fight in her, and that was something he could appreciate.

"D'ya now, wee one?" His tail wagged haphazardly through the snow. "En' how d'ya know the lass?"

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