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04-14-2020, 05:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-14-2020, 05:38 PM by Hester.)
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Hester nodded quietly at the boy and gestured to the edges of the territory protected by Ashen Armada. "We should display your victories for the others to see. Perhaps if the world knows of the great warrior we keep, they will heed our presence." Hester didn't know much about the youngster, but he seemed like he had some growing to do. Besides his wings and some stray markings, though, he was the spitting image of his father, and if he grew to be half the warrior the latter was in battle . . . well. Hester didn't suppose that her words would be completely untrue.
His introduction wasn't lost on her, but instead of replying, she gave the pup a small smile in return. It was indeed nighttime, but between wolves and their very good vision, she thought the boy might see it, especially with the slivered moon high in the sky. Hester nodded at his next words. "Aye," she said simply. "I checked on her before I slept. Hopefully, she bears no scars or long-lasting injuries from it." Hester didn't know the snow leopard well enough to know if she would take pride in a scar as she herself did. It seemed that hoping for her well-being would be neutral enough ground, though.
The boy dove forward at the mention of her now scabbed over ear, and Hester let loose a grunt that ended in a chuckle as the boy landed on her. Yes, he was very heavy, but as he hadn't grown into his full size yet, Hes had no trouble taking his full weight. "Do you remember," Hester asked through her quiet laughter, "the very large paws I mentioned?" It was a light chastisement; her nose was hardly sore from the bop it'd received but the boy was big and probably growing taller everyday, as puppies did. But he would likely, at the very least, be as large as Sirius, and it would do him well to be aware of his size.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Hester nodded quietly at the boy and gestured to the edges of the territory protected by Ashen Armada. "We should display your victories for the others to see. Perhaps if the world knows of the great warrior we keep, they will heed our presence." Hester didn't know much about the youngster, but he seemed like he had some growing to do. Besides his wings and some stray markings, though, he was the spitting image of his father, and if he grew to be half the warrior the latter was in battle . . . well. Hester didn't suppose that her words would be completely untrue.
His introduction wasn't lost on her, but instead of replying, she gave the pup a small smile in return. It was indeed nighttime, but between wolves and their very good vision, she thought the boy might see it, especially with the slivered moon high in the sky. Hester nodded at his next words. "Aye," she said simply. "I checked on her before I slept. Hopefully, she bears no scars or long-lasting injuries from it." Hester didn't know the snow leopard well enough to know if she would take pride in a scar as she herself did. It seemed that hoping for her well-being would be neutral enough ground, though.
The boy dove forward at the mention of her now scabbed over ear, and Hester let loose a grunt that ended in a chuckle as the boy landed on her. Yes, he was very heavy, but as he hadn't grown into his full size yet, Hes had no trouble taking his full weight. "Do you remember," Hester asked through her quiet laughter, "the very large paws I mentioned?" It was a light chastisement; her nose was hardly sore from the bop it'd received but the boy was big and probably growing taller everyday, as puppies did. But he would likely, at the very least, be as large as Sirius, and it would do him well to be aware of his size.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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