05-22-2020, 01:55 AM
The Irish Wolfhound would heed Eulogy's call, sauntering into the town's domain with a slackened smile. In spite of all that'd occurred in the hindmost week or so, what with the tremors, the loss of Moth, the disappearances of children, and the cataclysmic damage sustained to their allies' territory, Leroy found himself in a relatively relaxed state of mind. Perhaps it was the weather? This was the time of year where the territory was at it's closest to being habitable, so that could have been a factor in his elation. Whatever the reason was, the canine planned to make his nonchalant attitude last.
"I'll listen to ya."
He retires to a seated position a handful of pawsteps away from the bengal tigress, relieving his aching legs of standing duty. It'd been a hot minute since his amber hues took note of Eulogy's presence. Had she been gone, or was it just him not noticing her? Perhaps she had a story up her metaphorical sleeve that answered this very question?
"I'll listen to ya."
He retires to a seated position a handful of pawsteps away from the bengal tigress, relieving his aching legs of standing duty. It'd been a hot minute since his amber hues took note of Eulogy's presence. Had she been gone, or was it just him not noticing her? Perhaps she had a story up her metaphorical sleeve that answered this very question?