Seaside Moors bloodlines

The whelp is still, until courage returns to her small frame and she greets him in the same mannerism he had. Inferno eyes narrow to slits, amusement sparking briefly. It is rare to come across an individual that speaks his language. A half-raise of his lip reveals his teeth, no real threat for it's a lazy motion—a warning, as a lion would to his cub.

With one heavy swoop, the Bull flops his impressive bulk before the child, laying comfortably in her personal space. His legs crisscross.