RONIN
A luxere. Yes. Of course, I... sorry, this is... Ronin's breathless laughter cut off into a low external rumble as Safrin scritched behind his ears, and it felt indescribably good in a way that was utterly foreign to him. Turning his head into it, he had to be careful not to bonk her with his antlers, the hunter trying to balance on his hooves and risking stumbling over like... well... like Bambi.
At the talk of combat, he sobered somewhat, gazing up at Safrin and snorting his affirmation. I see, he said. I will do all I can to be ready by then. I won't let you down, he vowed. And he wouldn't. Just as soon as he could be brave enough to walk.
At the talk of combat, he sobered somewhat, gazing up at Safrin and snorting his affirmation. I see, he said. I will do all I can to be ready by then. I won't let you down, he vowed. And he wouldn't. Just as soon as he could be brave enough to walk.
