07-05-2009, 01:33 PM
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It took a few moments, but eventually Hemming had almost completely recovered. His pupils were back to their normal size, his heart rate was the same as usual, and the hair on his back was settling back down to the skin. Dagrun wiggled a tiny bit before she, too, relaxed, and settled a little closer to the wolf's head. It was a strange feeling, to have a snake wrapped around one's neck, and Hemming didn't really want to have it repeated, especially while his friend, a tasty snack, was sitting on his head. Why she hadn't just flown away was a mystery to him, and an action that might have saved both of them from the fear they had been gripped by. He had maybe stared a little too much, but besides that, Hemming wasn't sure what he could have done to make Saw dislike him. Maybe he was just angry all the time, a thing that Hemming couldn't imagine being but could see how it could lead to situations like this. Or, perhaps, it was some instinctual desire for bird feathers. Whatever the reason was, the gray wolf didn't really want to come anywhere close to the reptile again. He was an interesting creature in that he had come from such a distant place, but beyond that he didn't seem so pleasant. "Don't worry about it," Hemming replied, shrugging a little. He stared at the ground for a moment, the scene replaying through his head in an attempt to make it seem less surreal. "How have you been?" he asked, eyes lifting to the woman. A subject change would be nice. |