don't ever gift pets

He cautioned a glance up towards her charcoal marked face, he could see her own ivory tail wag lightly. He couldn’t help it when his own started to wave back and forth. The long fur waved slowly at his hips. She circled him, and Bourbon remained where he was bowed as though she was still in front of him. Luce questioned him as she looked him over, curious about any use she might get out of him. ”Hunting, your grace. Also a tiny bit of herbology.” He thought the second might more heavily interest her. Even here in a temporary residence she had an assortment of plants all over. They could have been collected of Deathbelle’s but.. ”I can be capable in whatever you need of me.”