Left Behind
07-08-2014, 03:58 PM
His ears would twitch to the sound of the other woman's whispers; Orchid, he would catch her name. He couldn't hear what she quietly spoke to Othello, but when she offered him some herbs he would gently reach to her maw to grab them. His nose hitting her a bit rough as his perception was off. But he would continue to gnaw on the plants, making a face to their taste. As he munched on them, his face would turn back to Othello. "Do you think Mama will come find me where we are going?" He would stand to his paws, moving his neck to the rough gulp finishing what Orchid had given him. "I don't wanna leave her." His stance showed the two that he would go with them, but he would voice his thoughts anyway. He was pretty thirsty, but his hunger was long gone. He would follow them for the help they would offer, but he planned on coming back for his mother. Walk "Talk" Think |