[Fingers find ears, and she groans and fidgets restlessly, appreciatively. They end up flicking forward at the squeak and the plop of varren pup hitting the floor and she moves to stand next to Maglor, watching the tiny creature at his side.
Even from this distance, she can easily pick up the scent of Javik's varren on it. Friend of yours?, she asks him, tilting her face, resisting a rapidly mounting urge to trot over and check for a new bruise.]
that's amazing...
Even from this distance, she can easily pick up the scent of Javik's varren on it. Friend of yours?, she asks him, tilting her face, resisting a rapidly mounting urge to trot over and check for a new bruise.]