A Whale's Song

*Cherokee* · (This post was last modified: 06-05-2013, 10:41 PM by Cherokee.)

And then there was that same smile again, glowing in his direction as she dismissed his apology, saying it wasn?t his fault, that she should?ve been paying more attention to where she was going. Perhaps, but he still felt really bad that she was the one drenched and he nice and dry. He would gladly soak himself just to make things even, but for some reason he didn?t think that would be beneficial to either of them. His shoulders rose in something similar to a shrug at her first set of words, knowing his guilt was wasted. His brows furrowed together as she continued to speak, asking him if he knew of any place closer than Lover?s Mangrove, wherever that place was.

Where was Lover?s Mangrove? Perhaps he really should wander around more, get himself better acquainted with Alacritis. He was about to give her an answer when suddenly he felt something wet sticking to side left side. At first he thought that he?d also gotten wet but just hadn?t realized, but he quickly realized it was Song, pressing her smaller body against his, trying to sap the warmth from his body. He froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. But when he felt the shivers racking her body echo onto his own frame, he overcame his moment of hesitation. Using his massive frame as a shield, Cherokee leaned in closer to Song, curling himself around her, shielding her face with his neck as he turned his face to the side, the size of his muzzle pressing against her nose, his tail curling around her haunches. A half smile curled his kissers as she looked up at him with a pleading look, asking him not to make her move. I have absolutely no reason to make you. he said quietly, the need to yell now non-existent because of their close proximity.

It appeared mother nature thought the situation to be funny because all of a sudden the wind began to pick up, buffeting the pair relentlessly, making Cherokee clench his jaw together as he curled himself tighter around Song, trying to deflect as much of the wind as possible. Audits tipped forward as the alabaster dove spoke up, asking him if he would accompany her off the beach. I will do that and help you find somewhere to dry up. I don?t know the area that well, but I?m sure I can find something suitable. Though I would advise a dash to the treeline would be our best option to get out of this damn wind. His gaze flitted down to hers for a moment before dancing up to the treeline then back to her, awaiting her command.

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