by exempt » Sun Oct 01, 2017 2:09 pm
Quinton Jasevelle
The wolf lifted his head as he heard footsteps, his gaze making its way to the young woman. He watched her from the couch, eyes narrowed. He felt a little silly taking handouts from a human when he was, in fact, part human. As she approached with the blankets, setting them around him, he let out a low growl, lowering his head. The noise quieted down when she stepped away. He had half a mind to shift just to be like "hey, I don't need your charity, just a place to crash," but he knew what a terrible idea that would be. He just wished that he could communicate to her somehow, but again, it was a bad idea.
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