Horns

He sat as he waited for a reply, a strew of insults would have at least been something he was used to dealing with and he could fire back just as easily with a blue streak of his own, but this? The look on her face was almost forlorn; uncharacteristic for the woman who just a season ago inspired him to strive for strength and bravery. He supposed she could still tell him to fuck off while his proposal hung in the air and he would if she did, but some strange part of him believed she wouldn’t. He looked down at his paws momentarily, flexing the digits nervously as he waited for her to say something, anything.