He smiled at her answer, happy to see her give him some credit it seemed. Azalea did not mind. She did know that she was not good at everything, though she wasn't about to let anyone else know that. He gave her a funny look when she rolled onto her back but shook it off soon enough. Sarak was surely about used to her random nature by now.
Unpredictable. Who ever knew what Azalea would do next? Of what she thought about. For all that she was, and all that she wasn't, she was a thinker. Her head full of ideas. How else would she get into all the trouble that she did?
Sarak seated himself, tail sweeping around to brush her nose. Her eyes squinted, lips drawing up and nose wrinkling. Azalea sneezed, loud, the action jarring her body. Once. Twice. She seemed fine after the second, sniffing indignantly as she glared distrustfully at the male's tail, as if it had done it all on its own.
As her eyes found his, she realized that he was not looking at her but further down the length of body. It made her self conscious, causing her tail to draw in. ?I suppose to higher ground. I heard Erani?s den is pretty safe from flooding, but all of Valhalla wouldn?t fit there. Maybe to the edges of the territory.? He rolled his shoulders and Azalea considered this. "We are on the border, and clearly they not here." She stated.
It was a statement, enough to evoke an argument though she intended none. Green eyes found hers again and his tail slapped against the ground. He was happy and this made her smile. ?I am glad I found you. I was worried?? As his words tapered off and his ears folded back, Azalea's smile disappeared. Her own ears went back. She was really self conscious now. Eyes averted. "You think I would let anything happen to me?" She reverted to her "olfactory" settings. High and mighty, though her tone was noticeably weak now. She was protecting herself from the unknown feelings that fluttered in her stomach and fogged up her mind.
"It's you I was worried about. Living underground." She scoffed lightly. Flooding: Reason number one not to live in the ground. She avoided his eyes still, her fur hot.
