The sweet sound of broken bells

A light growl left her maw, as his teeth gripped that ashen scruff. No words were given, even as he proved to gain a hold of her and seemingly took control. Yet she only reacted to his touch, pressing her self against his white form. He was awfully, well, fluffy. Strange, he should of lost such a thing when he had become a young adult.

Fade

The women gave a sigh, but she made no comment and yet she had to find a rank suitable for him; the question was. Which one. "Where do your talents lay?" A simple and to the point as she settled that head upon her paws, knowing he may have a lot to speak of.