Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

He described feelings, sensations that she was not attuned to and never had been. But these were things she could learn, and even if she only learned the basics, shed still be better for it. she sat there, examining the weather with him, her voice not breaking the silence that feel for several minutes. Kroc allowed her mind to process what she was noticing now to compare it to a normal day.

She did notice one thing right off the bat however, and finally spoke up to mention it. "It smells different as well. The coming rain." There might have been a tone of surprise layered in her voice but her expression was as stoic as it usually was. Gaze switched to glance in the direction the breeze was coming from, its tendrilous fingers curling through her pale fur as they sat there.

Once upon a time, Kroc might have had the chance to grow up and become a well-tempered, polite wolf who was studious and curious and wanted to learn of the world. While that pup was gone, she had still left certain qualities behind, ones that rarely found their way to the surface. Even though she would never revert back to such a personality, Kroc could embrace the will to learn once more, open to expanding her horizons to those she respected enough to let them talk. How he'd fallen into such a category was inexplicable but he was there, and from him, she would apparently learn about the weather.