“In the forests? I suppose that would work... though, I would hate for you to be too far from the sea. I'm sure you'd like to at least see your island, no?” and in truth, he had the right of it. it would not be very comfortable to be so far from her home - her truest home. the home within the home, in the end.
her face takes a small break from it’s i-have-a-secret countenance to contemplate more his suggestion and offer an appropriate answer, “it would be strange not to hear the ocean, true,” she admits, sounding a little as though she was wincing from the admission, but her eyes return to his with a silent plea. a silent plea she might never voice aloud to the object of her affections.
“My daughter will be leaving for Diveen soon. She has taken a mate, so she won't need her den for long. Perhaps hers would make a satisfactory den until you find somewhere you truly like?”
her ears perk at this, suddenly seeming keen in how her large ears face him and scoop up the words eagerly. a small fidget of her feet betray her further, a small sweep of her long tail flinging sand granules this way and that, ending with it wrapped about her haunch.
“It is close to the paths, and I would be more than happy to go fowl hunting with you - even if it is a bit... further of a walk.” he finishes, and she is suddenly made more aware of the implications of taking on his daughter’s den when she vacated her home pack. the girl’s den had probably remained near her father’s at the very least, especially implied when he added he would be glad to accompany her on hunts. he would not make that said further walk if it was not an easy trip to meet her?
“i do think that i would be more glad of a home where i might view the island....” she admits, “but this den of your daughters,” she continues, “i would enjoy seeing it, perhaps?”
it was an invitation, of a sort, a hint that perhaps she had not only intended this meager meal to be all that passed between them this day, now that she had captured his attentions. “or perhaps we might find me something neighborly to yours and the island - i would like to move sooner before the little chasm of water becomes too cold to swim across and would not put your daughter out of her den when my paws are long time in needing a little dirt beneath the claws.”
then, with a tilt of her head, “if it would not be invasive, that is… i wouldn’t want to invade your peace and privacy over a silly thing like loneliness when i should be no such thing....”
THE LAST DAUGHTER OF MIROVIS
female | 8 years | 37 inches | 91 pounds
velite of glorall | fond of tesseract
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