The Dawn of New

Anything other than the expression of approval on the scarred visage was to her eyes a sign that she had done something wrong. His voice was not scolding, yet she recoiled none the less, her muzzle jerking from his as she settled immediately to her rear. Her ears fell and tail tucked as she turned her gaze anyway but to his glowing eye. "Since I am not designated to breed, there was no urgency for me to create one," her voice was hardly a whisper as she tried to explain. The ways of her old pack were still deeply embedded in her mind, and would unlikely relinquish its hold without motivation. "I did not want to trouble you, " she continued. Her gaze shifted slightly to hold fast to his paws. "...since you have your own responsibilities..."