When you've lost everything, what is left?
12-22-2013, 11:39 AM
The lass would give a name and Morgan would smile in response. Araceli was the name of her company. Of the girl who's small action reminded her of her daughter, Pepper. Though the smile Araceli gave was a shy one, the ivory woman's gaze did not waver. Not even when the girls own violet gaze was trained elsewhere. She took this moment to further observe the large fox colored dame. Before the only thing she had bothered to take in was the girls size, violet gaze, and fox colored pelt. The ebony that covered her legs, like socks, did not reach as high on her back legs as they did on her front. Her tail was short and her ears were large. The fur surrounding her neck was so thick that it created the mane that, combined with her size, gave away her breed. The last thing Morgan took notice of, before Araceli turned her violet optics back on her, was the small arrow like marking on the girls chest. The snowy she wolf quickly found something else for her icy gaze to taint as the girl spoke once more. With the question of food Morgan's stomach growled in reminder of the lack of food she had had in the last few days. The sea held her gaze for only a moment longer before she looked back up at the girl. "How does fish sound?" she answered with another question. Speech, |