[ Even from her distant vantage down the hall, Alayne can hear the low whisper of Ranger Hansen's shushing as Lady continues to follow after him, her ears pinned back now in a look of canine contrition. Rather than obey (she can be as willful as her mistress sometimes) Lady resumes a tiny circuit around Chuck, padding not one but two tight circles around him before turning to the spot immediately by his side, the ripple of her back threatening to brush against this elbow.
Again a curious sound, one that refuses being waved off. Alayne, for her part, doesn't call Lady back straight away, instead watching the interaction play out between man and wolf. ]
She's fond of you, [ she calls from a distance, her hands still curled in the fabric of her skirt. ] Though I haven't the slightest idea why. [ The irony of the situation — that when she speaks for Lady, she speaks for them both — isn't lost on her. If anything, Alayne is hyperaware of it and it makes her cautious, wary of him. (To be fond is a strength when it is reciprocated but on its own, it is nothing but folly.) ]
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Again a curious sound, one that refuses being waved off. Alayne, for her part, doesn't call Lady back straight away, instead watching the interaction play out between man and wolf. ]
She's fond of you, [ she calls from a distance, her hands still curled in the fabric of her skirt. ] Though I haven't the slightest idea why. [ The irony of the situation — that when she speaks for Lady, she speaks for them both — isn't lost on her. If anything, Alayne is hyperaware of it and it makes her cautious, wary of him. (To be fond is a strength when it is reciprocated but on its own, it is nothing but folly.) ]