Little Red Corvette

His attention had been elsewhere, and with the scent of the ocean nearby mixed in with the flowers, he was unable to immediately recognize the stranger's scent. The female who approached came when he was still watching the moon, so when she voiced her greeting, he took a few seconds to respond. Slowly, his head moved so his gaze would meet hers. Glacial blue met verdant green and he blinked a couple of times before replying. "Good evening," he politely greeted, voice gruff and deep. In a matter of seconds, however, he was on his large feet.
The wounds that she carried caught his eyes, drawing him to her like a moth to a flame. His large, silvery-dipped paws caressed the ground as he approached her, nose stretching out in vast curiosity. "Are you alright?" he softly asked, eyes meeting hers again before they scanned the various injuries of her russet-furred form. He noted how she stood and that the pain could possibly be unbearable. Then, he saw the soft smile upon her lips and he felt less hurried to attend to her. She was holding herself up pretty well and that was a good sign, at least. Garth wanted to get closer, but he knew it would be rude of him without permission.




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