Little Maraca all grown up

Walk | Talk | Think

She laughed, likely at his reaction to her, and though he was fully grown now, much taller than she was and fully capable of defending himself against would-be attackers, the Kaname boy felt a little of that same childhood fright skitter up his legs. It was silly, stupid even. He could handle himself now. Heck, he was even bigger than she was! He should have not have been scared of her. And yet it was still there, as she spoke of when they had first met, lifting her paws and showing off their dangerous flexibility with a casual motion.

With a bit of effort, the grey wolf pulled himself up a little straighter, trying to pull his expression into something reminiscent of the stern looks his father was famous for making, anything to make himself look stronger and more capable than he felt. The spotted feline stepped forward in an arc, making a quick circle around him, and the whole time that she did Eirik kept his pink gaze upon her, shifting his weight between his paws with just a touch of visible unease. What was she up to? Sizing him up? Seeing whether she could still pose as much of a threat to him now as she had when he was a pup?

Once she finished her stroll around him, Eirik watched her closely, not altogether trusting the smile that curved across her lips in a mockingly friendly fashion. What was she up to with all of this? "You're not so scary now," he answered with false bravado, not wanting her to know that he was still unnerved by her presence. She could not hold him in place with a paw anymore. He was fine.