Her tail...moves and I must admit in that moment I am a little surprised to see the gesture. It is...unusual, as if she is parroting behavior rather than truly engaged with the emotion. I like it, that much I do know. Before I grew into myself, my very voice and words were only ever those I had heard speak or laugh. There is an appreciation within me for those that can act. Though, I do wonder...is it truly an act? In any case, I acknowledge it with my own tail twitching briefly as I examine the long line of scars that rake through the fur. I am inclined to move in such a way that one of my own is on display; the fur at the base of my neck, by my leg, is rather pitiful compared to the areas around it. Thin, the skin beneath puckered and white with an aged mark of victory. Perhaps there is unity in those scars and yet, hers wasn't for victory. It is
a pity, though...Diveen is quite fun as it is now, no?
I am quick to snap back into a neutral position though when her question slides forward and through the air like claws. It catches me off guard and yet I find my lips creeping up into an amused grin. Ah, mates? Is that why she has come? It is true - she reeks like winter and perhaps there is some temptation there if only because her nature intrigues me so. The experimentation of blood meeting blood...it is always a fascinating thing. But I think of my youngest children and it is enough - for now - to keep my mind from roaming. They are still too young for more siblings and Nari and my own...unity is too fresh to challenge with such sentiments. Still, it amuses me and I am not afraid to show it.
I step forward, closer and closer until we are but a foot inches away, my nose hovering just out of reach of her own.