U: Sorry for the wait, m'dear!
The scent that reached the maiden's snout sent a chill down her spine. Wander was out, cleaning hides and the like for the Boss while he was away. Posture had stiffened a bit as hark swiveled upon her head in an attempt to locate any sounds from the shadow beast that lurked both in locale and in the woman's psyche. Carefully, she stood, inhaling in small puffs to test the air, hark rotating, before locating that angered stormcloud. The energy he emitted was one of disturbance, an anger and an irritation. Despite her obvious distaste for the charcoal brute, Wander found herself inching to the male, quiet and insecure in her approach.
You're...- You seem distressed, she commented softly once she thought she had reached earshot. The dame wasn't entirely sure what to say, her limbs trembling in slight as she found herself rooted to her spot, unwilling to travel closer to the man who had previously knocked her unconscious and given her as a gift to a selfish king. As she stood, she found herself attempting to seek a capability to forgive the troubled male in her heart, though it wasn't coming easily..
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