childlike curiosity - or morbid fascination
08-26-2013, 04:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-03-2013, 11:27 PM by Gitan.)
Gitan laughed as he watched the woman slide back down the icy slope, his mind once more thinking of his recent adventure on the ice. His laugh was not meant in any way to be offensive, but the sight had just been so damn amusing. He continued towards her as she turned and waited. The man would close the gap a bit more, drawing up in front of her before settling upon his haunches. He had been right; the girl was a scrawny pitiful thing, all much to skinny for this weather. Her coat too did not look like it offered much protection from the chill wind that seemed common for this area. He was overtaken by a concern for the other woman, pity clearly visible upon his face. He did now however voice his concern instead choosing to greet her. With a dip of his head and a flourish of his paw he would allow a smile to cross his muzzle. ?Good day.? Speech, |