Shadewood little bit of lead

Her ears perked at Morgans haughty tone. She ambled over as quick as her swollen stomach would allow to answer his question.
She peered down at the forlorn looking male (for once looking down instead of up).
She'd glimpsed him around here and there, but not spoken to him yet. 

"You've probably scared him with your flamboyant ass, Morgo." The woman chuckled softly, crouching down to be level with Zodiac. She watched him as if she could see whatever turmoil that twisted inside him. He looked like a prisoner in a body. Perhaps his soul was not one of a mortal?
 "Sorry about this one, he is rather loud. He's not very compassionate unless it comes to his Velvet." She grinned, daring a cheeky glance to Morgo, knowing he'd likely be royally pissed off by now.