disquiet

The dark girl regarded the stranger in silence, staring up into those rather spooky yellow eyes unflinchingly. She didn't feel afraid, not with her new friend there to protect her. He'd rescued her from certain death, after all; certainly he would not allow any further harm to be done onto her.

The burly white male at her side spoke to the she-wolf and Signe's ears flicked backwards as he instructed her to show Caiaphas her injured foot. She hesitated only momentarily before taking a few cautious steps forward and holding her aching paw up for the medic to examine. She wasn't sure what was supposed to happen after that, but the pup hoped the grownups would know how to fix her.

Caiaphas drew nearer to inspect her and Signe felt herself fighting the urge to cower away from the woman. Her small limbs trembled slightly as uncertainty gripped her, but she felt herself relax somewhat when Caiaphas darted away towards somewhere unknown. Perplexed, Signe cocked her head up at Kierkegaard, ebony ears flattening against her skull.