Willows

A brow point lifted at her suddenly serious expression, and as she announced there was bad news, his hear cocked, charcoal ears perking slightly. A toothy smirk fell on his features as she relented and revealed the joke, a chuckle snorting through his nose as he shook his head. “It’s a good thing I’m not an easily startled man. You’d give a hypochondriac a heart attack.”

His tail slapped the ground a few times before settling into a wiggle at the tip. He did wince slightly as she dug in with the doeskins, and to distract himself, he studied the bracelet on her hind leg, curiosity getting the better of him as he nodded at it, asking, “That’s a lovely bangle; how’d you come by it?”

He wasn’t oppressive in the question; she was more than able to dance around the subject—he knew some trinkets like that could have sentimental value. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.

As she finished, he smiled, working the hip and studying it. “It feels great. Thank you, Lia. You’ll be a master in no time with how hard you work.”

It was a genuine compliment he offered as he rolled to sit and grin at her, tail sweeping gently over the grass.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think