one foot | p, axle | in front of the other

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]At the sound of movement, Ophelia's ears shot up in an almost comical manner, swiveling toward the sound before she lifted her head to look toward it, too. Her gaze landed evenly on Axle as he climbed into a car; he didn't seem to be looking at her, but she could tell by the tilt of his ear that he was listening to her, too. Huh. Relaxing a bit at the realization that she wasn't actually in danger, she turned her attention back to her task.

Still, she found her gaze shifting back towards Axle as she worked to drag the blankets out from the car. Despite her tenacity, she was still just a domestic cat, and these heavy things were going to be tough to carry all the way back to her home. She could always lighten the load a bit, and... Well, it seemed like a certain someone was just as cold as she was tonight. Making up her mind after only a couple of seconds of looking down at the blankets with an intensity that rivaled that of a killer, she grabbed onto one of them, pale green in color, and started to drag it in Axle's direction. She got near enough to the truck, but didn't hop up into it. She was observant enough to guess that he'd made an invisible boundary between him and the outside world. That didn't mean she wouldn't be nice, though.

"Here. It's cold out tonight, and I would certainly be freezing if I were laying out on top of metal in the elements." she said, taking a second to regain the breath she had lost while dragging the hunk of cloth around. Her gaze moved back up toward the dog's, measuring. "If you do get any colder, or you are too cold already, I will leave you with an open invitation to come to my home. My home is... a work in progress, seeing as I'm almost as new as you are, but the invitation stands."