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XD The end of your post made me giggle <3
Mala had always loved to hear stories, and she leaned in a bit closer as Skye began to speak about her adventures. "In the distance were what seemed like tall sticks with round, white things at the end of them.." She heard, and she immediately began to formulate the picture in her mind. Sticks with round things on them? But what-- "..they were skulls." The big creature gasped, maybe a little too loud. Her eyes glittered with a bit of horror, and intrigue to know more.
But then it bothered Mala to hear from Skye's stories that those skulls were of wolves, and she even lowered a head a bit just thinking about it. Why on earth did they not care for coyotes? Didn't all canine species get along? A flash of anger shot through her honey-colored eyes, and as Skye let the end of her story trail through the air, the creature suddenly found herself on her four feet. "They didn't hurt you, did they?!" Malachi hadn't felt this kind of anger within her before, she had believed with all her heart that everyone got along, and that animals had to kill eachother merely for survival. It was merely a cycle that nature went through.
She herself was no healer, but if her new-found friend were hurt she'd need to see one right away. Her furry body dragged along as she began to circle around Skye, looking for any obvious bruises, bleeding, or broken limbs. When Skye spoke about clothing, she merely nodded or hummed a simple 'mhm' occasionally. Mala's concern now was her.
But then it bothered Mala to hear from Skye's stories that those skulls were of wolves, and she even lowered a head a bit just thinking about it. Why on earth did they not care for coyotes? Didn't all canine species get along? A flash of anger shot through her honey-colored eyes, and as Skye let the end of her story trail through the air, the creature suddenly found herself on her four feet. "They didn't hurt you, did they?!" Malachi hadn't felt this kind of anger within her before, she had believed with all her heart that everyone got along, and that animals had to kill eachother merely for survival. It was merely a cycle that nature went through.
She herself was no healer, but if her new-found friend were hurt she'd need to see one right away. Her furry body dragged along as she began to circle around Skye, looking for any obvious bruises, bleeding, or broken limbs. When Skye spoke about clothing, she merely nodded or hummed a simple 'mhm' occasionally. Mala's concern now was her.
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