However callus her paws, they were not tough enough to omit any sensation completely. It was a special numbness, like when one fell asleep on their limb; you could still feel something, dulled at best, but it was enough to draw attention to the cause.
For the large female, it was the shift of ice. That subtle crack beneath the surface that told too much pressure was being applied. One slip of the paw or too heavy a push and undoubtedly she would have found herself looking up to the heavens from watery place. She could certainly do without that. It would not have done her any good to accept the embrace of death when she had only just struggled to avoid it.
However, she was deliberate with her movements, retracting a back leg as she inched her way back, minding the audible crick of the ice til she stood one more stable grounds. She turned to the male then, her brush with a possible death dismissed as just as easily. Her bi-colored orbs stood stark against the waning light, shifting only slightly to take note of the male's low lying banner. Her own twisting passively until it curled against her thigh as she brought herself down to sit. Her gaze remained fixed on him, neither cruel nor threatening, but observant. As was her expression. Cool but observant.
Her head tipped slightly in question. |