Shadewood Perdoname Mi Amor

He acknowledged the pair differently- Minori received an ear to her suggestion, a curve of his tail in a slight arc that humored her, while Higoro got a sideline raised lip, a peek of a single fang among the horde of them. “You do not seek refuge here.” It has to be fact. There was nothing this pack would offer this delusion of a wolf. “You seek to rekindle what you and Minori shared, and it happened to lead you to my threshold.” Should the eyepatch warrioress be spending her life in a tree, the dog would follow her up the trunk and bark the same song. Cry was no fool, and would not be played for one. 

Nor would he allow some whining mutt within their borders whom wallowed and whines as impudent as a newborn from boredom and impatience. 

“Soldiers do not make themselves appear weak on the footstep of possible enemy turf,” he began, Icelandic gems narrowing in their judgment. “What can he offer more than being a liability for us, Minori?” He turned to cast his question upon her fully.

What would she say of this golden-eyed mess?