Lost Creek Hollow i know your style

underneath the paw he hides, too, and it works with jaime seeming non-wiser to any emotion except the typical brood of alamar. his eyes watch fascinated by the differing expressions that cross his face; one wide sweep of a grin that shows the hints of teeth before it eases into a sheepish smile, tucked yet unable to hide completely.
hmm, alamar agrees in casual fashion, yet makes no move to get to his feet this second. the day just began, and he’s content to soak in these moments of peace while he is able.