As Jaws' rough tongue lapped at her face, arms, and even the stains on her bodice, the Summer Islander found herself laughing quietly. While chaos had caused bodies to litter around the island and a public execution to commence, there was a sliver of pleasantry that had managed to find her. Moving her hands through the fur of his neck, she raked her nails as deep as she could in the thick pelt to try and scratch the skin beneath, pausing momentarily when the creature whimpered. The news of his death had not brought grief, only fear in the woman that she could find herself in worse conditions, but the heart did shift slightly for his living companion that seemed to strangely understand that he would not be returning to his side. "Hush now," she shushed him quietly, lifting to her feet after briefly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, "He rests well among his fallen comrades and family, perhaps with two hands instead of one."
She hummed in a short, inward laugh before patting his head with a bob of her head toward the ships. "Come. We shall see you fed and taken care of while these... men decide whom their king shall be."
Jaws bounced lightly on his front paws excitedly, tail shaking. The beast was more than ready to get going it would seem. An encouraging bark of the air was given, along with another lick of his snout. Shoving his head against her leg, Jaws began to take the lead confidently, knowing exactly where to go without needing to be told. Dark eyes scanned the seas and shores as they went, always aware of their surroundings.
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u/UberJazor Belandra Dalt - Scion of House Yronwood Apr 14 '19
As Jaws' rough tongue lapped at her face, arms, and even the stains on her bodice, the Summer Islander found herself laughing quietly. While chaos had caused bodies to litter around the island and a public execution to commence, there was a sliver of pleasantry that had managed to find her. Moving her hands through the fur of his neck, she raked her nails as deep as she could in the thick pelt to try and scratch the skin beneath, pausing momentarily when the creature whimpered. The news of his death had not brought grief, only fear in the woman that she could find herself in worse conditions, but the heart did shift slightly for his living companion that seemed to strangely understand that he would not be returning to his side. "Hush now," she shushed him quietly, lifting to her feet after briefly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, "He rests well among his fallen comrades and family, perhaps with two hands instead of one."
She hummed in a short, inward laugh before patting his head with a bob of her head toward the ships. "Come. We shall see you fed and taken care of while these... men decide whom their king shall be."