Oblivious to her deeper thoughts, the bronze-tinted male smiled broadly at her display. She had begun to loosen up around him, a contrast to the rather stern figure he had met originally. This pleased him. He disliked severe women, and did not think it suited the rather soft figured collie. Still, he respected her when she so demanded such a thing. For now though, he was not taking lessons but instead relaxing from the duties he had neglected retrieving her.
His eyes betrayed the worry that came with talk of his father’s injury, for Ezekiel likewise recognized that something was wrong with the wound. While his ribs had head cleanly from their break, what had occurred to Gabriel was far worse than being attacked by a demon. This lasted only momentarily, for he shrugged and smiled toothily at her question. “Oh, I don’t need anything. Maybe a break from these two,” he added crossly, glaring at the ravens. They fluffed up, as if offended by the comment, and began rattling off in their own tongue. The coyote rolled his eyes at this, responding in an equally sharp caw, hands moving in a flurry of motion to speak in gestures all their own.
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