Sky felt a smile form on her lips at the reassurance from Shaw. She leaned into the shoulder pat for a second, and recovered just as quickly, as if nothing had happened. His music had been wonderful, but then, Sky had always loved the sound of a flute.
The smaller wolf went on about pretty sounds, and Sky saw the uncertain gleam in her leader's expression. A soft laugh came over her as she leaned over to him, speaking so only he'd hear. "She's just like a pup, Shawchert... Somehow I doubt she's experienced much at all in life. Be patient with her." Turning back to the black wolf, the wolfdog would grin. "So what sort of art skill are you good at, Valinta?" Sky's blue eyes gleamed with a friendly sort of patience, surprisingly enough. The hybrid would later bless her father's breed, a patient kind of dog, for the sake of her own patience. Little things like this wouldn't bother her, ever. That much was clear.
.skysong p {padding:5px 10px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;}
.skysong b {font-family:georgia; font-weight:bold;}
.skysong-text {margin:12px 170px 10px 20px; padding:2px; width:280px; height:230px; overflow: auto; background-color:#fff; -moz-opacity: 0.8; opacity: 0.8; filter: alpha(opacity=60); border: 1px solid #68332f;}
.skysong {width:451px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/33cwspc.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#2F180E; word-spacing:.1px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:0px solid #68332f; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #6E4B35; min-height:339px;}
</style>
[/html]