Jigano slanted an amused glance at the leopardess as she realized the error of her ways too late. He snorted softly to himself as she tried to free herself of the fluff, nosing her paw a final time before satisfying himself that it was clean and no longer bleeding. It was a comfortable sort of place to be, now that the work was done and their foliage foe vanquished and left to die in the sunshine. Amalia was warm and soft behind him and Isuma was whistling in her sleep as her little talons began to twitch in dreaming.
He had meant his question to bring back warm memories, pleasant ones, but the silence of her purr and the tension in the stocky body behind him warned him that his curiosity was anything but welcome. You don't have to, he said gently, but his friend had already worked up her courage, and a few reluctantly-released facts tumbled out. Jigano was silent, considering the information but it felt so... distant. Like it could have been anyone Amalia was talking about, of the older generations.
Do you want to talk about her? he asked after a few moments of consideration. I want to know more about you, of the life you've had and the people in it... but... not if those memories are going to cause you pain to share.
He had meant his question to bring back warm memories, pleasant ones, but the silence of her purr and the tension in the stocky body behind him warned him that his curiosity was anything but welcome. You don't have to, he said gently, but his friend had already worked up her courage, and a few reluctantly-released facts tumbled out. Jigano was silent, considering the information but it felt so... distant. Like it could have been anyone Amalia was talking about, of the older generations.
Do you want to talk about her? he asked after a few moments of consideration. I want to know more about you, of the life you've had and the people in it... but... not if those memories are going to cause you pain to share.
