Days Move Slowly [Arwen]
09-10-2017, 02:56 PM
Te creature ceased cleaning itself and stared back at her with the same sort of curiosity she herself displayed. She tilted her head to the other side and then back. Its voice identified it as female then. Though she wasn't sure what to think of her just yet. Apparently the other though her some form of spirit and she shook her head at the question. A paw came up to point at the creature. A silent way of asking about it. She was mute after all so it wasn't like she could give straightforward answers to anyone or anything. This to her seemed like a job for Ily to communicate for them. She stood and moved closer as she deemed if the creature was speaking to her that it was indeed not a threat. She joined it under the tree and shook out her pelt. That was likely to splatter the woman and she sat and gave her an apologetic look after quickly. She didn't mean to if she had. She didn't exactly understand why this woman thought her a spirit but she couldn't just explain her coat off either. She moved her eyes off the woman to try not to seem rude from staring but couldn't help chancing the glances at her. Her pelt was so slate and her form was so strange that Arwen really just wanted to know what she was. She hadn't seen anything quite like her. She didn't smell bad like the skunk she had once saw, nor did she smell yummy like a deer. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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