Where oh where
07-24-2016, 10:36 AM
The scrap's head tilted as the stranger spoke again, and on a spur of whim, she crept closer, stepping carefully and as surely as she could. Was he real? He seemed real. Drawing short a couple of feet away, she leaned forward a bit, sniffing at the much taller wolf. She could smell him, along with the other two things with him. He was definitely real, and she drew back a bit. Her eyes widened at his offer, and the words she didn't understand. She knew a few words, obviously - like the words, warm and fluffy and company and basically every word except for fox. She didn't know what a fox was, but if it was all those things that she craved and longed for, she wanted it. She nodded, creeping closer once more to Kassander, trying to find the thing he was talking about. She squinted hard, the blurry shape of legs coming into focus. Where was the fox? She wanted to know what it smelled like, looked like, and she didn't want to be alone anymore, but this man was now here and he was going to get food, and he was going to leave his friend here and it was all so overwhelming for the young girl, who had known nothing of any sort of kindness after her abandonment. |