, thanks for joining btw
Heath clapped his clothed hands together softy, hoping to remove any of the dirt that might be there from the dusty bag. She looked uneasy, and Heath found that he felt a similar feeling. Gold eyes looked away, down to try to untangle the knots of the fabric. It had been a good practice, and his anger and frustration had been released successfully. It was time to not intimidate the female, if he read her face correctly. He was not large of stature, but his scars told a different story. They covered his form, speaking of the fights he had won. The long line across his belly and side was the largest and told of his last true battle. Though it was far from a battle at all, Heath was sure he hadn't touched the woman that had scarred him.
She spoke, and Heath looked back to her as he unraveled the coverings over his paws. He could not help but smirk slightly at her hesitation in speech. But when she explained why she was here Heath found no lie in the words. He perked at the sound of the little girl.
"She's missing?" He asked with concern in his tone. Yes, that was the scent that was dabbled on her form. Ruri's sister.