Days Move Slowly [Arwen]
09-10-2017, 03:35 PM
The woman introduced herself and gave her species to Arwen. She nodded as she listened to that part. Then the wwords she spoke next had Arwen shaking her head to answer her. She was able to deduce quickly then most likely that yes and no questions were her specialty she was sure. She'd never seen a lynx before and her eyes moved to her paws. The held no nails and Arwen lifted a brow at the fact. How did she dig a den if she didn't have nails? She tilted her head again. She was perplexed by the way she looked. It was strange to see someone that didn't look like she dug a den or like she could get traction chasing down a deer or a buffalo. It was much too strange to think that she would steal someone's den, after all that wasn't nice. She then cast her golden eyes to Natha's face. Her eyes were a darker honey color and were almost intimidating to look at. She pressed her ears back and tilted her head more. It was so strange to her. She supposed she should start with the simple question. She scrapped at the ground a couple times with her right forepaw and then looked down at Natha's paws, then to her face expectantly. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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