OOC Llama tabe made. D:<
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The girl turned back to the male when she felt him move closer, his body standing there in between her knees, his hand resting on her thigh. She smiled a little and leaned forward, resting her head on his chest for a few moments, breathing in his comforting scent. Lifting her head away, she looked back at the llamas and smiled happily, nodding at Saul’s words. He was very right about Bojangles being a nice man. The old guy had been pretty extraordinary, not like anyone who she’d ever met before, and was likely to never meet again.
Excitement once more filled her when she heard the clear interest and curiosity in Saul’s voice. Turning around all the way, she slipped back into the pen and walked over to the group of animals. Rama stretched her neck out and sniffed at Tawny’s chest a bit, taking in the smell of the male for a few moments. The young woman got ready for a bite or a glob of spit to hit her, but it never came, as the alpha llama seemed to accept and ignore the new scent on her shepherd. Rama was the only one who was concerned, the rest of them walking off to graze leisurely, liking their new home. The ground was rich with minerals in the valley, making the grass thick and sweet.
Tawny walked over to the smallest llama and trailed her hands over the creature’s neck and back before hooking an arm around her chest and giving a gentle tug. Lala lifted her head from the ground, still chewing as she followed the woman without any fight. Any attention she could get was appreciated and craved, so she would follow the small wolf girl anywhere. AS they got closer to Saul, Tawny opened the gate and led the small female out, keeping her arm around its neck. ”This is Lala…don’t t-touch her face, just neck and back.”
Smiling, Tawny turned the small llama to the side so Saul could touch the fur on her back and shoulders without having to move around too much. A few of the other llamas were still watching them, wary now that one of their own was out there with a stranger. ”Spit…um, they spit. When mad or scared. And kick and shove.” Her free hand stroked over the llama’s upper neck gently, nails sliding under the thick fur to scratch at her skin. Lala made a huffing groaning noise and relaxed, her head almost resting on Tawny’s shoulder.
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