Running up that hill
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aww owo

The room was so quite aside from the rythem of the rain falling down on the house, it was relaxing besides the fact their was a stranger in his home while his children slept. Looking up at the wall above him, Leroy looked at the nothingness when Alaine's finger's pressed into his senstive wound. The sting made thew huskys's cheek jump slightly while his brow tensed in response before quickly relaxing again, taking a deep breath he tried to think about anything else.

Leroy was almost suprised when the womaned by his voice, whincing slightly his eyes caught hers before looking away from him. It was that fearful look that reminded him that this is business, she is her to do her job and nothing more. Leroy's shaggy hair fell freely behind his head while his ears turned slightly at her words, listening made him feel strange and almost annoyed that he had to do this. Sit soo open to her and yet she put this strange things in his eye. "interesting.." His response was simple and his normal rough tone. When Alaine pressed harder a sudden shot of pain filled him, swiftly his right hand darted forward slamming into the table loudly. Not very loud but the sound was sudden in the quite room. His red eye unwilling meet hers, staring at her face while a silent whince twitched through his handsome face. Looking away his fingers flexed as his claws dug into the wood of the table, his arm flexed slightly as his clawed hand held onto the table.
"Ouch.."

Letting a sigh out slowly Leroy relaxed his face while his hand remained flexed, so what if it hurts he doesn't want her to know it. Maybe she was sent her as a sad joke on him? Breathing her scent was falling all around him and it was starting to make him feel traped, almost like he has no room to breath. Leroy caught himself looking at her bright curly hair, its pretty but this male has no will to look for women. Listening to her talk again Leroy dug his claws into the table for his pain, jaw flexing here and there with his poke. Leroy wanted to pull away from this forced closeness, she was touching him and so close that his ears flattened on his head. "It's good..ouch..that you have this talent. Our last healer....she died" Quickly Leroy let the thought fade as he spoke again, her tone sounded nice and strange. "Thats nice."



thinking talking pups talking




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