Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

Oh. Well. That was uh... more than he'd bargained for.

Artaax blinked in surprise as Furi suddenly unleashed a tidal wave of pent up emotion. He stiffened for only a second when he saw the tears and the sob broke free, but softened as she was suddenly against him, giving that touch he had been aiming for. Well, sort of the touch he'd been aiming for. But anyway.

The hunter scootched nearer, pulling her further into his embrace and leaning in to bury his own muzzle into her ruff. He breathed in her scent. It was nothing at all like the golden nymph's. How could it? It was Furi - all her awkwardness and her lame jokes and her obnoxious anxiety. He'd always been so annoyed with those things, but he didn't think of that now. He only thought of how somehow, through so many things, so many moments in his life, she had always been there. Awkward, anxious, rarely looking at all like she wanted to be, she always had been.

Artaax moved slowly, pulling back so that he could reach her face where he licked away a tear. His nose trailed up towards the fur behind her ear, and almost sweetly, he gently began to preen her fur - a lot, comforting growl barely whispering in his chest. He shut his eyes against the flurry of feelings that were swelling in his chest at that moment. He didn't care about them. He didn't care to look at them, inspect them, wonder at what they were and what they meant. He wanted to not feel, so he distracted himself by caring for his friend. Friend type.. thing.