Snow Days

Though she hadn't replied to him, the way she pawed the snow away from her face—as well as the fact that she was here at all—had to mean she was a fellow attuned. Why she didn't want to reply to him was confusing, but eager and willing as always, the alchemist was happy to let it go. As she neared, Remi regarded her with equally intrigued bright golden eyes. Within him his predatory side twitched with agitation, wanting him to demonstrate his dominance. Instead though she raised herself up and leaned against him, Remi gave an exaggerated roar, collapsing beneath her weight as if she'd been some formidable foe and her bite had been fatal. Rolling onto his back, Remi roared, his cheeks puffing outwards, but there was no aggression in the sound. Reaching up he pawed childishly towards her face, creating a deep whining groan in the back of his throat. Hawks typically did not play, nor were they overly expressive creatures. In this form however Remi was rather enjoying the feeling of strength and easy power. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on