Lion Head Mesa sister christian

his tail wagged. even though she seemed... off, his damned tail wagged.

he strode in.

"how're you?" the nobleman spoke softly, small smile on his muzzle. "miss tavinah wouldn't speak wi' me 'bout your own health."

he seated himself a bit to the side of her head, to not force her to stare at him if she wouldn't.

( was that slit of her mouth always so endearing? )