Picking through the snow
07-23-2018, 08:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-23-2018, 08:26 PM by Riva.)
She wasn’t surprised at the banter between the Felidae, in the short time she had known them she understood their dry humour as being not too dissimilar to her own. The darker male sat in surprised silence for a time, before making a closer entrance to the two wolves. He puffed himself up, rising to a challenge without fear, and she couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle softly. Something about the personality of those two made her feel as though she had known them for years, rather then the few moments it had really been. There was fondness in her gaze as she looked at the posturing cat. Did he understand what enticing bees would really entail? Because no amount of postering was going to faze a swarm of angry stingers. She looked back at Dragon as he spoke of his ability to move about as a blind wolf “I’m not surprised.” it was astonishing what people could live with and adapt to when they had to. Blindness sounded like a terrible hurdle, impossible to overcome, yet here was Dragon, fearless and certain, with an Alpha’s strength in his posture and his lifeless eyes. She felt him startle at his touch, and gave him a bit of room, surprised that she had managed to startle him, through she supposed there was enough happening around him that it shouldn’t have been as unexpected. The cats were moving, and Dragon was already speaking of how they should proceed. He admitted to having dens near by, clearly he lived around here, unlike the wandering healer. “Thank you for that” the healer said graciously. “If you know of any herbs near the dens we could head to the den first and then branch outwards from there once more?” she suggested, at least that way the healer would know where they were situated and could return at will. She tightened the ribbon about her paw with her teeth, ensuring nothing would rub lose, the only preparations she needed to make before she could leave. |
