[ oh, dear . . . she can’t ignore him this time. she can’t pretend she’s sleeping when he keeps stroking her ears and mentioning his name, starting a conversation by himself simply because of her presence. loneliness fills in the gaps for ahmi, and when her eyes open once more they are on the boy, who even moves to make more space for her plump self. augh, how incredibly sweet. the wolf no longer lays, she lifts her head and sits up, stretching her back legs and only shifting the front enough to accommodate the new space to rest her neck and skull right in front of russel’s. there we go. now they could have an eye-to-eye!
The whine she gives is only a communicative one, a short mrr coming from the back of her throat to convey her participation. russel, was it? what a lovely name. would you like a hug? her paw is, well, gently pawing at his hand. ]
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The whine she gives is only a communicative one, a short mrr coming from the back of her throat to convey her participation. russel, was it? what a lovely name. would you like a hug? her paw is, well, gently pawing at his hand. ]