biohazard

Somehow he had made an impression. Had Tiarnan been aware of the white beast's thoughts, he would have probably laughed - at least, in the days prior when he wasn't in such great need. The giant lifted herself away from him, and the so the shadow was freed. He did not initially do anything, as a skepticism had invaded his thoughts. What if she was only baiting him? What if this was a test? Tiarnan remained low, watching the ice-woman's large paws instead of allowing his autumnal gaze to shift across her face. He knew the implications of such an action and was far from eager to anger her further. The fact that she was no longer towering over him meant he must have succeeded - and then her words, foreign as they were, fell upon his ears. He only set upon agreeing with her: a fervent nod, the roll of his body so he was upon his belly once more and crawling towards her, prostrating with a reaching snout and tongue which tried to slip across her chin. Mid-motion he was muttering various things, most of which were in his own language and indecipherable, but one thing eventually rang clear, "Yes, Silvertip, yes."