Long after Arcea's tongue had pulled away from the soft, delicate flesh of her elvish companion, the delightful taste of Celrie's rather enticing flavor continued to dance along her tastebuds, filling her mouth with that oh-so-enjoyable flavor she'd come to know and love. Truth be told, the first time she'd sampled the elf's flavor had not been entirely by accident - a kiss on the cheek (a form of greeting she'd learned during her stay in 'civilized' society, and not completely unlike the Cal'Drua's own version), that'd quickly transitioned into a quick flicker of her tongue across the soft, flavorful skin that she had oh-so-very much access to. It had...not been disappointing. Celrie tasted every bit as delicious as she smelled, and from that moment forwards, Arcea had made it a point to get a little sample of the elf on a semi-daily basis, at the very least. Not to mention, the smoothness of her skin, the softness, always felt so incredibly pleasant against her tongue, and the elf's generally 'excited' response to the ministrations of that slick, pink muscle brought no end of delight. To most, getting tasted of by one of the Cal'Drua (Or any of the tribes, for that matter), was not exactly a GOOD thing...but...well, Celrie had far passed the moment where she might be considered food.<br/><br/>No matter how delicious she tasted...<br/><br/>No matter how...utterly tantalizing her soft, warm flesh was....<br/><br/>No matter how perfect it would be to feel that slender, lovely body slowly sliding along her tongue, pressing into the tight, hot recesses of her throat, well on her way to fill a certain feline's tummy...<br/><br/>...Mmmmfff....<br/><br/>Thankfully, Celrie's soft, sweet voice is all it takes to draw Arcea out of her little reverie, and with the elf once more planted squarely on the floor, the desire (and most importantly, ability), to taste her again was just out of immediate reach, without doing it rather obviously. 'Kitty'. The term drew a slight little smirk across Arcea's muzzle, the corners of her mouth upturning just ever so slightly. Anyone else calling her - and any of the proud Cal'Drua - 'kitty' was more than likely to get socked right in the mouth for the transgression. Arcea, though, had to admit the endearing term coming from the elf was...well, not so bad. In fact, she rather liked it, hence she'd never sought to correct her even once.<br/><br/>"A private lesson of a different sort...?" Arcea echos, her tail - now firmly 'hooked' around Celrie's hip - tightening it's grip just the slightest bit "Mm, I wonder what sort of a lesson this could be. Y'saw how slowly I caught on back at the estate, I bet I'll be needin' multiple lessons just to--"<br/><br/>Whatever she'd been about to say is abruptly cut short at the wolf's approach, her voice simply trailing off as she regarded the male out of the corner of her eye, only deigning to turn more fully towards him when he offers his services as a 'guard'. The thought was enough to make her smile, once more showing off the sharp tips of her teeth in what could only be considered a friendly gesture "Guard? I'd not feel right drawin' ya away from your lunchbox over there." With a little jerk of her head, she indicates the well-locked container he'd left behind to come get a closer look at herself and Celrie "...Though like Celrie said, tellin' the dutchess more about the delay'd help, handsome."<br/><br/>It really did not come as a surprise to her. Though she was Cal'Drua, she hardly fit their normal description. She was neither tall, nor strong, nor even especially intimidating at first glance. Her body had a svelte, lithe sort of grace to it, her tummy slender and attractive,  and neither her arms or legs had the bulk to them that one could normally associate to strength. Even in her thick leather boots, seemingly specially designed for her footpaws, and her rather fine breastplate (one that seemed more ceremonial than actually functional, given it left both her belly and the slightly generous swell of her breasts open to prying eyes - a clear target for a well-placed bullet or blade), and armed with a nice-looking sword...she simply did not look the part of a 'warrior'. If anything, she looked as though she'd be more at home as an exotic dancer, herself - not the trained warrior one might expect of the Cal'Drua. It was difficult to even tell what species of feline she was! Still, she was clearly a 'savage' as one might call it, her attire, the small accents in her hair, her feathered armbands, and the various other little trinkets she wore a dead giveaway.<br/><br/>It had been a mistake oh-so-many had made, assuming she was...well, 'helpless'.<br/><br/>Oooh, and how much she loved it, too!<br/><br/>With the wolf tended to, and the conductor far less than helpful, it looked like the only way they'd be figuring out exactly what is going on, and why the tracks were blocked...was to go investigate it themselves. Admittedly, that sounded NICE. Getting out of the train, stretching her legs, getting some fresh air, even if it was a little chilly out. Her spirits lifted, Arcea began to guide Celrie towards the exterior, only to be stopped when the door to the cabin she'd been in just a few moments slid open, revealing..<br/><br/>..Alexis.<br/><br/>Arcea's back instantly stiffened, her tail - once wrapped around Celrie's waist - sweeping back down behind her, held still and stiff. Already, she was prepared to throw back a biting comment at the wolfess, one she was no doubt soon to receive herself.<br/><br/>Needless to say, when the remark doesn't come, Arcea's ears flick upwards in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Already, she could smell the alcohol on the wolfess, but even then, that normally didn't make her so...amiable. The mention of her clansmen again brooked a little spark of curiosity, prompting Arcea to finally speak up "...They were content in the back. It's a little too cramped up here. That 'funny smelling drink' is..." Pulling up short, Arcea almost laughed at her own realization. Ooohh, Alexis hadn't had the pleasure of drinking their 'special brew', had she? Once again, Arcea breaks into a smile "...It's a rather pleasant drink. Called Petalwater. Smells nice, doesn't it? Oughta try it sometime..." Oh, how utterly LOVELY would it be to see the wolfess get knocked right on her keister after a few solid swigs of the potent alcohol? Incredibly, that's how lovely.<br/><br/>Still, it was one of the few times the wolfess was...well, not being uninviting to her.<br/><br/>Noting Celrie's own gaze, looking at her with a 'can she?' sort of glint in her eyes, Arcea heaves a little sigh. As much as she disliked the girl, she was not being insufferable NOW...so that was something. Finally shrugging her shoulder, the feline murmurs "Ehh, yeah, sure, come along if you want. Can check out the sights. Put on warm footwear. You'll regret it otherwise. As for you, elf...dainty feet, is it? Welp, Cal'Drua only carry their spoils, so...consider yourself raided!" Breaking into a short little laugh, Arcea scooped her hands beneath Celrie's knees and promptly swooped her off of her feet, catching her solidly within her arms "Rawr!" Mimicking a rather unintimidating little growl, Arcea - still laughing softly - hopped out of the train car, elf carried neatly in her arms. The sudden blast of cold air was a welcome one, and the gentle crunch of snow under her thick-soled, water-slicking boots had a sort of invigorating affect to it "Ahhhhh....fresh air. How you lot stay cramped up in those things for so long, I'll never know, Celrie." Turning over her shoulder, she called back into the train "Well, you comin' Alexis?!"