Yesterday, 10:19 PM
It's the last thing he wants to hear.
Words.
A little grunt escapes him. So much talking.
Well, he's not going to change his path for her.
He advances, head held low and the scraps of his ears flicking here and there. As he nears, he wonders if she's been hurt with how still she was and how still she is.
"Pareces un ciervo herido." He says, coming to a stop some foot or so before her, lets his gaze drift over her before settling on the water. "Bueno, ¿y tú?"
Words.
A little grunt escapes him. So much talking.
Well, he's not going to change his path for her.
He advances, head held low and the scraps of his ears flicking here and there. As he nears, he wonders if she's been hurt with how still she was and how still she is.
"Pareces un ciervo herido." He says, coming to a stop some foot or so before her, lets his gaze drift over her before settling on the water. "Bueno, ¿y tú?"