World So Cold

Sheerrun was actually stunned by his father's behavior. He had been looking down on him for a while, should he have not been? He would feel his father move his body closer to his own, eyes closed slightly from shock before looking upward to meet his amber colored gaze. The truth was he actually did miss his home in the North, but, apparently, the West would be his home now and he had no choice but to get used to it. He listened to the sound of the birds as a chickadee landed upon his head. The bird dipped its head down, realizing it landed on a predator and flew off. Sheerrun shook his head and watched the bird fly off.

Sheerrun soon moved away from his father's grasp and went into a play bow position. She wished to have a better relationship with his father, and, perhaps, a little playing could maybe help with their bonding. He gave a playful snarl, eyes closed slightly, shoulders moved forward, back forward and tail raised high. He did not wish to fight, but was practicing if he ever got into one.