So many questions and yet what Saxsice fixates on is the matis plural. "That's too many damn syllables. "Bugs". That's enough. Don't need all those fancy names, bugs is bugs." Then she shrugs, palms up in a helpless gesture. "Never done it while wolfy -- there's somethin' real messed up about flirtin' with actual dogs, yaknow. They're worse than human dudes. And there's no in-between, I'm like Pringles. Once you pop, the fun don't stop. Once I start changin', I don't stop til I'm Cujo."

Then she barks (hah) out a laugh. "That sounds like Sephie. He's a big grump, innit he? What'd you do to get sharked?"

Making a face, Saxsice kicks at a rosebush as they pass, so now she's got thorns and bruises on her foot. Knock it off, dumbass. "Ow. I'd take snow over all these plants. I don't even got allergies, but I feel like I will once we're done here."