Her behaviour was strange in the young male’s eyes, but he had little experience with other canines on his own age outside Salsola. His pelt stirred with the currents of intrigue as her light voice kept the silence of the night at bay. The liquid silver of his eyes narrowed, though with something much softer than suspicion and doubt. Her face seemed to gentle and innocent, but there surely had to be more layers beneath the pretty shell he could see. She called for him to come out to show himself, and the idea wasn’t uncomfortable. He had nothing to fear, for he would be a giant amongst men once he was fully grown.
The dark grass rustled as darker feet brought him further, though his onyx coat would want to make him invisible as long as the golden globe wasn’t patrolling the tall sky. But now, not many steps away from her smaller figure, his pace stopped. Face tilted as eyes turned to the precious jar held between two petite hands. His own remained empty, fingers curling slightly with sharp, cat-like claws extending from each fingertip. He didn’t try to offer her a smile though; it would certainly look as fake as anything.
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