Ankyra Sound They call me Mr. Tibbs!

Fade we shall ^-^

The eased smile would be dismissed; ignored, flatly. There was never a time he thought that softness would be so eagerly sought. Rarely (more like never) would it ever be found upon his expression. A stoic, crude glare would remain.

Fury turned to depart, then beckoned, requesting his follow. It was only second nature to hesitate. Once again, Arashi was being dragged beneath the water of servitude to someone considered another master to use him as they pleased. A time ago, the hound had swore to himself that he would never again fall for such bewitchment — and yet, here he was.

Trudging feet carried him forward, placing him a dozen inches from the woman's flank. Time would tell where this companionship would lead, and whether or not it was meant to last.