08-06-2018, 06:01 PM
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The pup would lope up and narrow his eyes at the note, his expression reading and focused as he put words together. ”Are they gonna be okay?” Snare would question to neither crewmate in particular, his gaze going back and forth between the two of them with one fuzzed ear down and one up. His would tilt to the side slightly, his young mind not really wrapping around the complicated conflict and the context needed for a situation like this one.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Snare wasn’t 100 percent familiar with all of his crewmates yet, but the news of a disappearance piqued his interest. One of them was being awfully loud and the wolf puppy found himself lowering his ears, and Caesar was that one weirdo on the beach a few days ago. Probably not the most charming group of characters but they were crewmates and as a small child he still found himself looking to them for explanation and guidance in something like this.The pup would lope up and narrow his eyes at the note, his expression reading and focused as he put words together. ”Are they gonna be okay?” Snare would question to neither crewmate in particular, his gaze going back and forth between the two of them with one fuzzed ear down and one up. His would tilt to the side slightly, his young mind not really wrapping around the complicated conflict and the context needed for a situation like this one.