Feather

Fairytale was excited to get to know Alaric more, after all he was a packmate and possible friend. His cane corso's were different and she didn't know how she truly felt about them completely yet, but hoping that they would be friends in the long run. Fairytale mocked that of Alaric's movements, staying low to the ground. Fixing that of the glasses that Atreyu had crafted for herself. A smile crossing her lips while her muscles coiled tightly. Like a spring ready once again to be sprung. Twin peaks shifted as the doe began to run straight for the four of them. Skirting quickly so she wouldn't be trampled over. The does side was revealed to her - her body launched landing on the does ribs. Her teeth digging in as her claws did the same. Clamping down securely.

"speech"