No den??
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04-14-2020, 06:14 PM
H E S T E R
The boy's words about Bast caused Hester to arch a brow silently. It told her more than the young had likely meant to. Primarily, that Sirius had a habit of sticking his nose where it could get slapped. It didn't surprise her as much as it ought to; she remembered thinking him foolish to close the distance between himself and the bear as he had a few days prior, and it seemed he had a habit of ballsy moves like that.
She felt Mortis' eyes on her ear as he examined what of it was left. It had been cut just a two inches above where her audit met her head. She was having to work to get used to the sensation of no longer being able to fully pin that ear, although she could still close it somewhat. "You're petite compared to both the bear and your Da," she said, an attempt to placate the worry she spotted on his face. She stood and stretched, not overly bothered with his request. She hadn't been sleeping, after all; why should the youth's request bother her, if she had nothing else to do? "Sure," she said, padding away from the other sleeping wolves and in the direction of the arena. "But away from the others so they can sleep like responsible adults."
She broke into a light trot, hoping the boy would follow her. It was a few minutes before she suddenly sprint, turning quickly to run in the zigzag motions that she'd used to keep the bear fumbling and confused. It felt nice to move after being prone for so long before the young wolf had stepped on her, and Hester called over her shoulder. "If I recall, it was something like this?"
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
The boy's words about Bast caused Hester to arch a brow silently. It told her more than the young had likely meant to. Primarily, that Sirius had a habit of sticking his nose where it could get slapped. It didn't surprise her as much as it ought to; she remembered thinking him foolish to close the distance between himself and the bear as he had a few days prior, and it seemed he had a habit of ballsy moves like that.
She felt Mortis' eyes on her ear as he examined what of it was left. It had been cut just a two inches above where her audit met her head. She was having to work to get used to the sensation of no longer being able to fully pin that ear, although she could still close it somewhat. "You're petite compared to both the bear and your Da," she said, an attempt to placate the worry she spotted on his face. She stood and stretched, not overly bothered with his request. She hadn't been sleeping, after all; why should the youth's request bother her, if she had nothing else to do? "Sure," she said, padding away from the other sleeping wolves and in the direction of the arena. "But away from the others so they can sleep like responsible adults."
She broke into a light trot, hoping the boy would follow her. It was a few minutes before she suddenly sprint, turning quickly to run in the zigzag motions that she'd used to keep the bear fumbling and confused. It felt nice to move after being prone for so long before the young wolf had stepped on her, and Hester called over her shoulder. "If I recall, it was something like this?"
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.