Felix
"Just because I need you doesn't mean I trust you."[/color]
The battle had been brutal, but the honors had gone to Daciana and the knight. The grotesque noises, the blood, and the thrashing mutant, its neck broken, were all just horrifying memories now.
The street was quiet and peaceful, as if did not remember the battle, did not see the corpses.
A gust of wind slipped under the porch, stirring up dust and ruffling his fur. The hiding place was wide, though not tall, but was also covered in thick cobwebs, dust, and who knew what else. Both he and Reima beside him were probably coated in filth.
The thought made his stomach turn slightly. He was used to the dirt of the streets, but being practically mummified in cobwebs was something entirely different.
He crawled to the hole in the wood, the only entrance, and slithered through it, trusting Reima to follow. Who would want to stay in that grimy place alone?
The moment his paws touched the dead grass of the lawn, he dropped to the ground and began to roll vigorously, freeing most of the dust from his fur.
Rolling on the ground was terribly undignified, of course, but it was the price he would have to pay for cleanliness.
It wasn't as if anyone important was watching, after all. Daciana was focused on the white knight, and Felix felt she was entitled to mock him. She'd just saved his life.
The white knight had probably rolled around dozens of times before, marking his territory.
Another breeze swept over him, carrying the scent of the two victorious warriors to him. He froze.
Both smelled of blood, and a hint of salty sweat from their paw glands, but beneath Daciana's canine musk he could smell something sweeter, more sugary.
It was the smell of a female cat.
That word, 'female' stirred up delicate hints of emotions, like feathers stroking his insides.
She was a female. The only female she had seen in a very long time. A cat to parade in front of, to strut and yowl.
And yet she was also a warrior, a cat who could sink her claws into a mutants back and not be shaken off. Someone to be treated with respect and caution.
He slunk forward, his body long and tense, his tail a curving question mark.
As he slowly approached Daciana and the cat from the behind, the white knight's features grew more distinct.
The mass of silky white fur was strong, yet sinuous. She seemed even bigger up close, yet she didn't look elderly. Her fur was still fairly sleek, with no signs of grey, and she didn't seem slow. She probably belonged to a breed that was naturally large. If she was older than him, it was only by a month or two.
Now only a few feet from her, he heard the sound of her voice as she chattered to Daciana. Her words spilled all over themselves in her quick, energetic speech, and her voice was as high and loud as a child's.
The mysterious feelings all slipped away from him as he listened to her babble, replaced by annoyance. He suddenly felt as sour as a lemon, and he felt that it was all her fault.
Dropping all caution, he sauntered into her vision, his tail hanging limply, and his ears thrust forward.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed.
I'm not too good at it either. Luckily, most careers don't involve geography! 
