Home Sweet Home, I Guess...
03-18-2015, 07:56 PM
Claude would have stopped a long time ago. The temperature had dropped considerably hours ago, and yet he'd pushed himself further to find a more suitable place. He wanted them to find a home, and ultimately one that was close to everything they would require. Food would need to be plentiful and varied, while water would need to be close but far enough away that his precious sister didn't fall into it. He smirked at the though of Rozenn wet. As he smirked he found her whining about her paw. He twisted 'round to see her lifting it high - apparently having found a thorn. She told him she was tired, and a sweeping glance with his golden gaze would tell him that this place would have to do. He could scout it later after they rested for a while. "Bon Rozenn, nous allons arrêter ici." She planted herself firmly upon the ground, ordering him to help her because she was tired. His lip curled in faux irritation as he strolled toward her and examined her paw. "Oh now, now. You're not going to die." In one swift movement he would grasp the thorn within his expert jaws and wrench it from between her paw pads. He knew it would be painful, but there was no better way to do it. "There, all better," he crooned mockingly. Snowblown cheeks would contort into a grin as he turned his gaze away from her. "This place will looks good enough." "SPEAK FRENCH" |
Art by Evelyn
Rozenn is allowed in any thread Claude is involved in, end of story.