[Oh, Maglor. Bowing! Honestly, she's hardly surprised, but either he's going to have to stand with her coming at him like that, or he'll be bowled over by her. Or, at least, he's getting a lap full of wolf god. Sorry, he gets a little nervous around her, doesn't he? She's being inconsiderate, excitably planting herself and rubbing against him, huffing and murring and whining, pinching his fingers in her teeth.
She doesn't bother with emitting his name at him. Her gladness is shown well enough.]
omg maglor has a favorite sitcom :''' )
She doesn't bother with emitting his name at him. Her gladness is shown well enough.]