[The ears twitch the second Link speaks, the creature’s head lifts… and it looks at him. For the first time, seemingly without any food motivation, perhaps… at most, a desire to be warm. Even from this closer angle… light does not seem to shine of its dark, dark eyes, its gaze consuming more than reflecting.
It consumes his smile. His laugh.
And when he lays the shawl over his lap, creating a cozier place for it to rest… it pokes its head out just enough to shove it beneath his hand before he can withdraw it, insistent and the motion accompanied by a small canine whine.]
[ The peculiar dog stares up at him. Link stares back. If he didn't know better, he might believe the creature is... studying him. Thinking. And, well, she still could be, but... something about that deep, open stare seems much more intelligent than the typical dog.
Then it nuzzles his hand. That makes sense, he thinks to himself. She wants pets! Definitely some kind of dog.
Smiling with the same gentle, humble kindness, Link strokes his hand across her head and down the back of her neck. His touch is careful but expressive. ]
You're so sweet. [ Being mindful not to reach too closely towards the beast's pointed about, he scratches behind one of her round, teddybear-like ears. ] How'd you get out here...? I wonder... could you be lost? Do you have a family?
[Do dogs possess the ability to judge humans and other human-like peoples on their kindnesses or potential skills with a petting hand? If so... Surely this dog-thing has exercised it very well. As Link's hand brushes over the snow-white fur, he will feel it is thick and insulating, surely something that should keep an animal quite warm despite outside temperatures, full and thick and coarse until fingers get past the prickly point of the outer hairs to the softer fluff closer to hide.
Though cats are the sort to sometimes lay traps, seemingly asking for touch and then hissing or slapping at the hand that offers it, this creature takes what it seemed to ask for, its tail twitching and curling with satisfaction as it tips its head into the sensation, eyes briefly closing as tongue laps along dark lips and swipes over its nose. The way it moves...
It almost seems like a "no", that it does not have a family... But that is probably just how it is moving, surely, "nodding" into the scratch behind its ear and letting out a pleased rumble of sound.
If Link isn't careful... The beast will take full advantage of its newfound pamperer. And when he is ready to leave...
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It consumes his smile. His laugh.
And when he lays the shawl over his lap, creating a cozier place for it to rest… it pokes its head out just enough to shove it beneath his hand before he can withdraw it, insistent and the motion accompanied by a small canine whine.]
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Then it nuzzles his hand. That makes sense, he thinks to himself. She wants pets! Definitely some kind of dog.
Smiling with the same gentle, humble kindness, Link strokes his hand across her head and down the back of her neck. His touch is careful but expressive. ]
You're so sweet. [ Being mindful not to reach too closely towards the beast's pointed about, he scratches behind one of her round, teddybear-like ears. ] How'd you get out here...? I wonder... could you be lost? Do you have a family?
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Though cats are the sort to sometimes lay traps, seemingly asking for touch and then hissing or slapping at the hand that offers it, this creature takes what it seemed to ask for, its tail twitching and curling with satisfaction as it tips its head into the sensation, eyes briefly closing as tongue laps along dark lips and swipes over its nose. The way it moves...
It almost seems like a "no", that it does not have a family... But that is probably just how it is moving, surely, "nodding" into the scratch behind its ear and letting out a pleased rumble of sound.
If Link isn't careful... The beast will take full advantage of its newfound pamperer. And when he is ready to leave...
It might not be so keen to let him.]