[ It's clearly that Lauralae has been changed by her experiences of the wilderness, a little shaped by them; she's twitchy and nervous, more like an animal than a person, and she's careful to angle herself so that she always has Ellie in her sights. It's as if she's cornered prey rather than a person, frown settled on her features as she watches.
She makes no move to hurt or attack, however, careful hands stroking over Theseus' body, something on her face softening at the slow beginnings of a wagging tail. For a long moment she leans into it, embracing it, nodding her head as she listens to Ellie speak, not appearing to be listening but taking it all in.
Rav'ahm, on the other hand, is clearly enjoying himself. ]
She is certainly more wolflike than some I have seen.
[ Leaning down close, she tilts her head and looks at Theseus closely. Not wolf, but not hound, either, no crossbreed between domestic and wild. Lauralae's fingers stroke against her jaw and under her neck, nodding once or twice, before she breathes out gently. ]
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She makes no move to hurt or attack, however, careful hands stroking over Theseus' body, something on her face softening at the slow beginnings of a wagging tail. For a long moment she leans into it, embracing it, nodding her head as she listens to Ellie speak, not appearing to be listening but taking it all in.
Rav'ahm, on the other hand, is clearly enjoying himself. ]
She is certainly more wolflike than some I have seen.
[ Leaning down close, she tilts her head and looks at Theseus closely. Not wolf, but not hound, either, no crossbreed between domestic and wild. Lauralae's fingers stroke against her jaw and under her neck, nodding once or twice, before she breathes out gently. ]
Have you heard of many kinds of wild dogs?