♡ — One person became two, and that was enough to work up his anxiety even farther, at least for the first few moments before the comforting and rather patient voices bypassed the terrified state of mind that the kid was knee deep in. Make no mistake, he was still quite petrified, but at the very, very least, neither of the two strangers sounded like they were going to eat him or something. He shifted his body until he was laying down rather than half-standing, ready to bolt at any given second. Pressing his lower jaw against the floor, the wolf pup cast his eyes towards Keona and Roxanne, debating on if asking for food was polite in this situation, despite the fact the woman had offered. He thought he may have been hungry, but it could've just been the mention of food sparked the feeling, and he wasn't really hungry at all. His tail thumped against the table leg as it wagged gently. "Tavern?" So that was what this place was. A tavern. His head tilted, ears releasing themselves from his skull to flop loosely over the side aimed at the floor. He wasn't sure what, well, any of that meant, he'd never seen a tavern before after all. But Roxanne mentioned food, and he did know what that was. "I'm hungry, a little bit."

Another crack of thunder spooked him, shivering with a stressed whine. Danny nodded quickly to Keona at her suggestion, both of them, technically. "Cold." Came his simple answer to the idea of blankets, having almost forgotten his soaked fur clinging to his bones. It was a lot colder outside than inside, with the wind no longer a problem. "Songs are...nice."

｢ BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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The tavern. It was a place that Roan came fairly often, for a couple of main reasons. The first was a casual hobby – card games. He enjoyed participating in the various games usually hosted within the tavern, and he found that he had gotten rather good at them, as well. It was nice to have something rather idle to focus his mind and paws on, rather than something life or death, like his usual work. In addition to this, he also came to the tavern for something else quite important to him – coffee. The various barkeeps of the place always seemed to have a superb way of preparing their coffee, and Roan was always eager to grab it in the morning before he returned to the temple. He hadn't been doing that much lately, however, because of the growing little children within his belly, knowing very well that coffee wouldn't help with their development. Even if he hadn't been pregnant, it seemed as though Paintbrush had caught on to his caffeine addiction, and was eager to shut it down as soon as possible – much to Roan's own chagrin.

This time, when the soothsayer had stepped within the large and comfortable building, he had simply been coming for a bit of company, and maybe a round of cards. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though things were as peaceful as they usually were. There were several gazes leveled in the direction of a nearby table, where both his mama and Keona were, as well. Figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to just ignore it, a soft sigh left the draconic feline before he made his way over, pausing and taking in the situation at hand. An unfamiliar child in the tavern, looking for shelter, and food. With a small frown pulling at his muzzle, Roan questioned the boy softly, "...You're not hurt at all, are you? I'm a medic, so I can help if you are." The draconic feline had never really been one to provide emotional comfort, so he decided instead to just offer his services, if they were required. Of course, his lack of experience with comfort had been worrying him a lot as of late, wondering if he would be better at providing his own children with a relaxing presence.[/td][/tr][/table]

Was he hurt? He didn't so, unless...Danny lifted his front paws up to his face, one at a time, shaking off the excess sand. It had scraped him up quite a bit, and looking at it immediately caused his paws to sting as if it had just been waiting patiently. He figured he could at least be tough enough to withstand that, it would heal quickly he was sure. But he still shook his paw and whimpered softly at the feeling. "Just scraped." He looked up at the medic, gasping softly with a quiet, "You have wings too." As if the large horns weren't attention grabbing enough. His gaze jumped from Roan to Roxanne, like he'd never seen anything like it before in his life. Mostly because he hadn't, not until now had he seen anything but birds have wings, and that was interesting by itself. Were there others?

And then it got much louder.

The slam against the door broke his current calmer state, forcing his entire little puppy body to jump, scared enough that he looked like he could have been launched six feet into the air if there wasn't a solid surface above him. There was absolutely no time to react or say anything else before an excitable little demon had jumped on him. Danny released a rather startled bark, wiggling and flailing his paws in a feeble attempt to escape. "Don't eat! Don't eat Danny! Not food!" And the other kid was cold, too, covered in just as much rain water as he was.