Its killing me
06-02-2015, 06:25 PM
She leaned into his touch as he caressed her warm features, though already she seemed a bit more alert than she had only moments before Whatever had come over her was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Motif didn't pose any protest when he made his suggestion, and with little hesitation she started off on her way to the rapids, the decorated male wouldn't waste any time in following after her. The pair wouldn't linger on the path, Motif made a beeline for the river. He would trot up behind her as she cleaned herself, his nose nudging at her haunches gently. (He didn't want her falling in!) "My poor, Motif." He'd whisper as he came to stand by her side, wanting to grab a drink of the cold fresh water that ran through their territory. His worry for her had subsided, her pace through the plains hadn't showed any effort of one that might be ill. Shai couldn't begin to guess what it might have been. |