A savior doesn't need remembering
06-29-2014, 01:17 AM
Quelt never forgot a face, nor a scent for that matter. Specially of those he cared for in the past, and the recent past at that. Where he had been resting, his bi-colored orbs would reach up and look over at the figure sitting a short distance between he and the river itself. Though worry washed over him when she looked like from his perspective to be in distress. They had only exchanged names and a few meer words during her illness. For when he had given her the treatment and went to fetch her water, she had fled. Irune, it was, she was a Glaciem family member one of those Armada's just like Roman. Which meant she was related to her, and also though his protective instincts taking over would make the forty inch male raise and bark at her. Did she even remember him anyway? "Irune are you alright?" he asked, walking along and situating himself maybe a few feet away from her. Of course the man towered her, like he did most except for the rare wolves who towered him by two inches which was wolves he had yet to meet. His blue and red eyes would stare at her with deep concern. The deep slate blue man flicking his black tail back and forth waiting for an answer to come from her maw. Speech, |
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