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Hearing his words she wagged her tail contently. The words were like the sweetest sound to her ears. She was ok. He wasn’t going to suddenly change face and snarl and chase her off. Perhaps she had been too hasty in judging the entire populace as horrible and foreboding. Here he would actually give her a chance. And her leg didn’t affect matters so much! She didn’t have to be a warrior to matter it would seem. She watched his purple hued eyes with affection and a growing care. How she longed to reach out to him but as such a new…what was the word…acquaintance? Friend? He had after all just offered her the only thing her heart craved in the world. From the moment her eyes had caught his she knew she would not forget Conor.
Her mind raced of all the things she would finally be able to enjoy that she knew others took for granted. She was to be accepted! She would be able to experience the joy of being around pups and being part of a group. Her spirit soared and she suddenly felt very much less alone and a lot less anxious. Her physical structure noticeably relaxed and a smile crept across her maw. Her ears were erect and ready to listen for more of those marvellous tones to leave his blessed lips. Her past felt irrelevant at this point and time. But Conor had the effect on her of making her want to gush out every single little thing that had ever happened. Like his presence and listening somehow atoned her imagined sins and guilt.
”I am certain Conor, there is nothing more in the world that I would enjoy more then to be part of your home” she replied happily her words soft and fluid in a way her anxiety had never let her speak. Her amber pools were still locked on his, she felt as though she should surely melt if she looked within them any longer. She wasn’t sure as to whether letting her eyes linger would get her into trouble. Her mind quickly returning to the thought of his likely being promised or already partnered to someone else. She would have to bare this in mind when gazing into his eyes and she would have to attempt to control herself.
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