Rise Of The Runaways

OOC: Phone post, sorry

He followed her never more than a hair width apart from her and yet never once touching her, humming softly as they strolled leisurely away from the prying eyes of their family.

“I heard quite a disquieting rumor about you. Although it seems I'm not the only one.” He cooed, circling her slowly as he spoke. He kept his head raised as he paced around her, his chin tucked toward his chest as if he were a powerful but well trained stallion. “That a changeling crept into your birthing den while you slept and clung to the warmth it found there.” At that he stopped, standing just behind her shoulder and loomed over her, his body gargantuan compared to hers.

“That is what happened…isn't it?” he asked in a whispered rumble, his jaws puffing hot breath onto the back of her ears before he slipped away and resumed his slow methodical pace around her, although the ring he walked in had tighted considerably.