OOC: Immediately after this thread. Walking through the Pines. @Lecter
This must have been what it was like to carry a captive, she wondered, as she walked maw-over-nape with the elder male in tow. It was a bit strange, admittedly, considering how much of a verbal lashing he had given her over the vital sage. To walk with him now in this almost calmed state was… dare she admit it, unnerving. Her posture was perpetually tensed, half expecting the male to suddenly lash out at any moment, and to the contrary accepting this oddly submissive surrender. She was not familiar with the organization of a trap, but if she would chance and assumption, she would think this likeness was it.
Yet she maintained her determined front, occasionally jerking at the male’s scruff to ensure he would not try to retreat for good measure. Her hold was that of a mother’s to a pup; firm yet with the chance for a devastating bite should her ‘youth’ get bold. But the same as with a pup, there as care in her jaws, not wanting to unintentionally risk injury unless it was called for. Thus far, pain was not deserved.
Afterall, she could not risk harm to this treasure found in the aftermath of devastation. |