Warmth flooded her at the younger’s pups words, projected as well as the immature lips and tongue of the child could. Had she sounded like that? If she had, then her sister must have also but she could not recall any memories of such speak. Which was not to say that she had always spoken so well; memories could get lost or it might have been her brain had never encoded them in the first place. As it was, the unfamiliar was the charcoal child spoke was endearing, and Nayru intrinsically knew that it was the ability of youth to invoke such feelings that helped to ensure their survival. In adults helplessness and inexperience were sure disadvantages, but for this child and Nayru herself they could play on the heart strings of adults and move forward in life because of it. Nayru was the empathetic type, such tactics would work on her like a charm.
Her lips parted to answer the question of the boy, explain that she was here because of loneliness, when they were interrupted and Nayru’s eyes swept the figure of the third puppy. He was larger than her though at their age the difference was nominal. In a few months time, when his muscles filled out to their potential and Nayru grew to her full but small size, the difference of her sleek body near to his would be startling. None of this Nayru was aware of though, only that the first glimmer of happiness at his arrival was extinguished as soon as he spoke. Nayru’s raven ear flickered in irritation and unconsciously she placed herself slightly between him and the puppy that shared her home.
Nayru. Her answer was firm and solid despite her whisper-sweet voice. It was spoke as a courtesy rather than to be compliant with the male’s demands. Nayru imagined she could feel the energy radiating from him, and if she were the type to tend to and care for puppies based on their helplessness, he was then the type to eat those puppies. Or so the first impression felt, but Nayru did not play off this, unwilling to accept this first impression. There was good in everybody, she was sure. Unable to offer the name of her younger companion, she simply stared on straight with her blood colored eyes, waiting for either male to make the next move.
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