Cry Me A River
07-21-2013, 06:32 PM
Blue orbs watched his every move, expression, every detail. Her own gaze was warm and inviting. She rather liked this male, he was different, and he hadnt snapped at her yet, making brownie points in her book. She was sure she had probably confused him with her words. But hey, he'll learn soon enough, maybe. She shrugged the thought off, ears twitching. She smiled back at him, eyes squinting. " I feel honored to be the first packmate you meet. I hope i havnt put any doubt in your mind about staying here." She replied.
A yawn stole her next action, jaws parting as a whine slipped out at the same time. Was she really that tired? Or was Demonio's lazyitous getting to her? "Have you been given a rank yet? I'm not too sure on what mine is. Only that the leader healer will be my mentor. I suppose i'll be the pack's Den Mother, since that what i told Cormalin thats what i was in my last pack." She added. She found his body to be rather comfortable to cuddle into, she wondered if this might make him uncomfortable. But she couldnt help it. Her body, mind, and heart missed being near others, the contact, the social life, everything. In a way Demonio was like Imena's therapy, her medicine to start healing. Who knew what else befriending this white man might do to help her in the long run. She just prayed that she could stay friends with this man beside her. In a way she was already relying on him, even if both would not realize it till much later.
A yawn stole her next action, jaws parting as a whine slipped out at the same time. Was she really that tired? Or was Demonio's lazyitous getting to her? "Have you been given a rank yet? I'm not too sure on what mine is. Only that the leader healer will be my mentor. I suppose i'll be the pack's Den Mother, since that what i told Cormalin thats what i was in my last pack." She added. She found his body to be rather comfortable to cuddle into, she wondered if this might make him uncomfortable. But she couldnt help it. Her body, mind, and heart missed being near others, the contact, the social life, everything. In a way Demonio was like Imena's therapy, her medicine to start healing. Who knew what else befriending this white man might do to help her in the long run. She just prayed that she could stay friends with this man beside her. In a way she was already relying on him, even if both would not realize it till much later.