Take my loaded gun away
03-21-2016, 03:04 AM
When he would be approached by a familiar voice, his attention would turn towards her. Who could forget those orange accent's across her fur. It brought a wide smile to the large male's maw, turning on his paws with a small steady wag of his tail. The fact that he saw a familiar face outside of the pack brought him extra relief. He wasn't sure why, but maybe it was a lot different from those within the pack. Like a quick breath of air, he was broken apart from the drama and given a chance to relax and forget about some of it. After all, it was starting to die down anyway.... hopefully. Rivaxorus' joy was clearly shown though, of course it was only because he trusted her.
"Seems the gods graced me with your presence once more Hera." he chuckled as he comfortably took a seat in front of her. Hopefully that she could get comfortable as well. "How have you been, I hope the wilds are treating you well enough." it would sadden him if he knew she was having a hard time. Not that it was in his control at all. It clicked in him for a moment, maybe he should ask if Hera had a home at all. |
