You sort the tunes and I'll bring the beers
04-22-2015, 10:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2015, 10:49 AM by Regulus.)
Zuriel popped up beside him, brushing shoulders with him as her eyes swept the surroundings. He grinned in answer to her comment, nosing her forehead playfully. "Chonaic mé fear agus bean a d'fhéach sé ar ár aois. Níl a pup, freisin. Deirfiúr, is é sin fear chomh mór dom!" he chuckled, tail wagging at the thought. He glanced around for their father. Falk was absent.
"Cá Athair?" He asked, then paused as he thought it over. "Nevermind. Buille faoi thuairim mé nach raibh sé gur mhaith leat teacht chomh maith, huh. Bhuel, I mo thuairimse, ba chóir dúinn a freastal ar roinnt de na wolves, eh? Feicfidh mé bualadh leat le máthair i uair an chloig. Ach má fhaigheann tú neirbhíseach ar chor ar bith, a fháil dom, maith go leor?" He waited until she nodded and gave her an encouraging lick on the cheek before braving the crowds again. He knew she was a little nervous, but he also felt that this experience would be good for them both. |
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