Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Busy licking the blood from her paws and her chops, at first the tigress neither notices or cares that her companion has shifted back to two legs. And when Maea's voice does hit the air, as troubled as her feline form had been, Isla regards her through hazy pebble blues. She has no words in this form to soothe whatever conflict writhes within the other Ancient - and even as a medic, she doubts she would manage to phrase it in a way that would make sense.
So instead, rolling to furry feet, Isla pads across to the pale woman and offers her a feline headbutt that is likely much more powerful now given their size difference. Is it? the gesture seems to say, before the tigress flops again to lay down, this time against her fellow predator, as if she means to nap right there with Maea.
So instead, rolling to furry feet, Isla pads across to the pale woman and offers her a feline headbutt that is likely much more powerful now given their size difference. Is it? the gesture seems to say, before the tigress flops again to lay down, this time against her fellow predator, as if she means to nap right there with Maea.
something so wholesome about you
