A single act or many
09-26-2015, 03:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-26-2015, 03:11 PM by Glacier.)
Had Glacier known Anais's thought he would have wholly disagreed with her. His little adventurer was sure footed and agile. He had seen her hunt and had witnessed her swimming all the way out here. They had had a slight pull of current and no place to rest until they had reached from one side to the other and she had not faulted, through she had to push her shorter legs twice for every stroke he made. She was stronger then she gave herself credit for, and he had no doubt she could give Locha a run for her money in fishing. Perhaps Locha was born to the sea, but Anais was the most skilled hunter they had. The only thing Anais lacked was confidence, she was too hard on herself, but if Glacier had his way she would see herself through his eyes and would know that she was the most stunning creature in Alacritis. Still beside Anais, with his taller frame already well placed on the sandy earth beneath the waves he would watch Anais. He watched her struggle, but also saw the bright determination in her eyes and decided against helping, he wouldn't take away from her achievement. His grin split wide across his face as she found the earth beneath her paws, the radiant smile on her own face simply adding to the pleasure in his own. “We did” he agreed, moving to gently nudge his shoulder against her own. They where leaving behind their fishy friends and marching onto the sandy shore when Anais cleared her coat of water, he ducked and cried out in joking alarm, before, with an extremely mischievous smile, he fluffed up his huge coat, towering above her, and shook it loose, cascading droplets of water everywhere. Still chuckling, he looked over at Anais sheepishly. His own coat had fluffed up to twice its size and he was a walking puff ball. Stray hairs drifted over his eyes obscuring his view, not enough that he couldn't see Anais's own spikes of course. He laughed softly at the sight and side-stepped a little closer to her before he moved his head over the back of her neck and groomed down a few strands going towards her back. He glanced down at her once then, and if she had seen the lock in her eyes she might have known there was trouble to come. He moved his head further up her head towards her forehead and got to grooming again, grooming against the fur until half her forehead hair stood on end. He stepped back to admire his work, shaking with laughter before he kissed her cheek. “Lets” he agreed to the shoreline comment, and took off running across the sandy beach to the grass bank at the edge of the beach before the tree line. |
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