Lucky Strike
09-21-2013, 08:38 PM
He would wait for several moments at the entrance, his soft murmur echoing in the den. He could see the rise and fall of his aunt's chest and the way she held her left foreleg against her chest, trying to avoid stretching it out. He felt horrible that he had to confine his aunt to this den, but it was for the better. She wouldn't help herself heal any faster if she was constantly on the move. Taurig was more than happy and willing to help take care of Sendoa. She was always the one trying to protect others, he though it time that she be taken care of for once. Though he knew it was probably the last thing she wanted right now. He would feel just as restless as he was sure she felt if he were in his position. But it was for the better. The more she rested the faster she would heal and the faster she would be back on her paws. She just had to be patient. His voice would reach her ears and he would watch as she lifted her head with considerable effort, a smile twisting her dark lips as she called out to him, beckoning him to her. Not one to disappoint, the Overseer would move past the entrance of the den, his eyes glinting with amusement as his aunt emphasized that she much preferred her name without the attachment of her relation to him. His own chuckle would rumble in his chest as he approached her, pressing his forehead to her own as he reached up towards her ear, tugging on it gently with his teeth. Duly noted Sen. He would rumble, allowing his body to fold in on itself as he lowered himself to the cave floor, forepaws brushing against Sendoa's, ears perking at her question. Boring as always. ?speak,? |