Save the last dance

There was something oddly child-like with the young man's demeanor, but Cherokee wasn't sure whether he liked that or was put off by it. For now he would remain neutral on the man's disposition, figuring it wasn't something that would be bad. Anthem! would come his enthusiastic introduction, further cementing the child-like personality. An easy smile would curl Cherokee's ebony lips once again, jaws parting as he was about to answer Anthem, but the man was quicker than him, not one to miss the absence of Song, quickly apologizing for having blurted out the blunt question. At the mention of his wife an acute ache would blossom in his powerful chest as his mind went back to earlier when he'd left his wife back at the den sleeping. Why was it that Song was continually getting sick? He would have to seek a professional healer to take a look at his wife.


It's nice to meet you Anthem and it's quite alright. No need to apologize. Song is resting back at our den. It seems that another illness is catching up with her again. He would sigh quietly, lids falling closed over bi-colored gaze for a moment before they would peel back once again. Would you like to take a dip in the springs Anthem? He would turn towards the springs, hoping that his brother-in-law would want to spend some brotherly time together.


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