Like Father Like Son
02-21-2015, 04:59 PM
The way she flinched was expected, but Kalliope didn't maneuver away when the feather trailed away. Nako blinked as he stared at her. She spoke up, gaze unseeing but as recalling something worthy to mention. Of a time when she was young and her father had complimented her hearing. Of playing with her step-siblings and how her nose always guided her. Kalliope didn't have any weakness. A handicap sure, but not a weakness. And she agreed with him, Nako feeling a bit better as he shifted his weight to adjust the raven feather so that it wasn't poking into his neck as severely.
The male wolf felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach bubble up when she asked that he touch her shoulder with his. "I don't mind at all." Nako said as he sat down beside her. Kalliope was a few inches shorter than him at the shoulder, her peach colored pelt still holding that dreamy warmth of another. "I'm right here Kalliope." Nako said reassuringly, the scarred male hesitating at first with the thought at further physical contact between him and the female be just met. But she hadn't minded the feather touching her, Nako gingerly setting the bottom of his muzzle between her ears. There was an air of uncertainty as he just sat there, however relishing the feeling of her pelt against his. He hoped the same warmth being felt right now was something she was experiencing. The trio of feathers along the left side of his neck twisted and brushed against her pelt as they sat together overlooking the view of the fjord. The steady breeze felt nice. The company of another didn't hurt either.
The male wolf felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach bubble up when she asked that he touch her shoulder with his. "I don't mind at all." Nako said as he sat down beside her. Kalliope was a few inches shorter than him at the shoulder, her peach colored pelt still holding that dreamy warmth of another. "I'm right here Kalliope." Nako said reassuringly, the scarred male hesitating at first with the thought at further physical contact between him and the female be just met. But she hadn't minded the feather touching her, Nako gingerly setting the bottom of his muzzle between her ears. There was an air of uncertainty as he just sat there, however relishing the feeling of her pelt against his. He hoped the same warmth being felt right now was something she was experiencing. The trio of feathers along the left side of his neck twisted and brushed against her pelt as they sat together overlooking the view of the fjord. The steady breeze felt nice. The company of another didn't hurt either.