Fancy meeting you here
12-09-2014, 12:35 AM
She willingly curled against his side, shifting after her spoke so that her belly was pressed against his own and she would look up at him with ease. He was clueless to the fact that she was deaf in the ear closest to him. Her voice was soft, ears pulling back against her skull. Kept in a pack? A brow lifted at her choice of words. You didn't live in the pack?/font> He figured she knew what he meant, it had not gone unnoticed that she said she was kept. Following her words, she would curl up, her leg moving to cover the scar that marred the side of her face. He would immediately frown, his muzzle dropping to push her foreleg down so that his tongue would gentle kiss the length of her scar. What happened? Concern etched into his features as he peered down at her, his crown tipping to the side fractionally. Questions hung in his gaze as he watched, waited, probing gently for information. She was giving so little information, and he so desperately wanted to know more. Speech, |