~ where innocences burn in flames.
Her quick words and boiling anger amuse him, and he can not help the smirk that tugs at his lips. He has to admit that she is cute when she is angry, her little defiant snap of her tail and the toss of her forelock as she snorts. "I bet you take the good they offer with gratitude, don't you.." he states with a flick of his tail across his haunches.
She pauses a moment and lets her gaze narrow and she scowls at him. He drops his smirk and replace it with a look of stoicism as he contemplates her next moves. He can hear the the distrust and disdain drip off of every syllable she offers and he knows that she broods over the loss of someone dear to her. He begins to grow suspicious as she looks over her shoulder once more and he begins to ready himself for whatever plan she now cooks.
Nice chatting with you. Her words fill the space between them before she pivots and turns to leave. His ears flick with uncertainty before he takes a step after her.
He strides after her and comes shoulder to shoulder with her. He had given her the chance to come along quietly but she has other plans. "You're not going the right way," he pauses as a plan begins to form in his mind. "If your looking for someone the best place to start is..." he lets the silence hang between them and the anticipation to build.
"... is on Atlantis."
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge