[a.tiny.prayer.to.father.time] IP: 184.108.40.206 Posted on December 15, 2011 at 06:28:28 PM by Islay
Islay was still a bit young to understand compassion, care, things like that: he knew love, which was what Bakarne showed him; and safety, which was the feeling the shelters she provided gave him; and fear, which was the feeling of not having either of those things. Like now. He shrank back a little as the dog spoke to him, though his little heart gave a thrill at the mention of food. He was hungry - and worried, it seemed, as the sky darkened around them and the air pressure shifted. A storm was indeed brewing, and the pup hated weathering storms without his owl companion.
For whatever reason, though, he found himself able to trust this dog almost immediately. It was rare that he so quickly trusted another; more often than not he'd shy away from contact, as he did initially, but now his guard was down and he felt much more at ease with the big, slobbery dog. Islay smiled a little, huddling close to the big dog. "I'd like that," he said simply, his plain voice showing a remarkable clarity for a pup. He glanced up at the sky as well, following Flea's lead with a small frown replacing his tiny smile. "..you think?" he replied, furrowing his brows into a tiny expression of worry. "I don't know how Bakarne will do in that... does it look bad?" he asked the older male, shivering a little as a gust of wind breathed coldly down his back. Replies: