blue eyes and jazz and attitude

Warm delight radiated from her chest at the sound of the attention hungry cry, enthused and inspired she crept a step forward and was immediately intercepted. Light disappointment sank the buoyancy of her excitement, but her gaze remained vivid. And since her eyes could not meet Ferdie’s they looked elsewhere, squinting down into the darkness so that she could just barely make out the pup’s tiny squirming figure behind her alpha.

Trying desperately to make out some features, how dark his pelt was, if his ears were coming up, had his eyes opened at all at this point, or was he a late bloomer, she really couldn’t make out anything. Not with the alpha’s shoulders crowing the narrow entrance, and blocking the way. A quiet sigh spilled from her mouth, and lifted her head at the question, coming to attention although she did not show much gusto for the subject matter.

“Alright.” She answered brows rising, “What about Fang?” While there was much to say, trying to keep the mood light, especially around the children—they wouldn’t understand but a heated discussion would surely stir them for the worse—she leaned back to see what it questions her leader had been left with. If by bad luck he'd gotten to talk to Fang first, then she was loathed to find out how misinformed he was.