Hushed Willows The eyes of a true wolf

I imagine Kunik as Scottish. The weirdest thing is I have a husky/wolf character bred in a puppy mill on here.

Kunik listened intently, her working ear twitching in time with the beauty's words. Her eyes softened to something akin to sympathy for the other, but not pity. Pity was not something she would have desired were she in the other's shoes. Admiration filled her for this woman and her respect increased.

Kunik padded over and lay next to the other in a way that wasn't too invasive, more like comforting as she rested against the other. She sniffed the scar before giving it a gentle lick. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Flora. I will listen anytime you wish to speak to me no matter what it's about."