a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Mittens, believing its efforts successful, still hovered nearby, all menace and stone and potential demolition, a warning sign to the littler beast. “Yes. This is Mittens,” to which she gave an apologetic shrug. “It’s protective,” offered by way of explanation – because sometimes that’s all she could do in those sentiments to explain the abominable snowball.
Once it was done screeching though, she turned her attention to Aria, crouching before the cub and blocking Mittens from view. Casually inspecting her usual calm flair and demeanor, she turned over paws and looked at ears, patting and petting from the top of the youth’s head down to her tail, waiting to see if anything seemed painful or morose. “She’ll need much more meat in the coming months – and her mother would be teaching her to hunt.” She glanced back at him, pondering if he’d be the one doing the instructing instead, given his prior statements. “She seems to be in relatively good health though, so you’re doing some good work. But lots of exercise and playing are a must.”
She’d already gone on prattling before the offer had come – her eyes widening at the bundles. “Oh, that’s all right,” though she was quite intrigued and interested in the plants. “Is that wormwood?”
Once it was done screeching though, she turned her attention to Aria, crouching before the cub and blocking Mittens from view. Casually inspecting her usual calm flair and demeanor, she turned over paws and looked at ears, patting and petting from the top of the youth’s head down to her tail, waiting to see if anything seemed painful or morose. “She’ll need much more meat in the coming months – and her mother would be teaching her to hunt.” She glanced back at him, pondering if he’d be the one doing the instructing instead, given his prior statements. “She seems to be in relatively good health though, so you’re doing some good work. But lots of exercise and playing are a must.”
She’d already gone on prattling before the offer had come – her eyes widening at the bundles. “Oh, that’s all right,” though she was quite intrigued and interested in the plants. “Is that wormwood?”
Lena
