[ The convenience is not often the best encouragement for Lauralae, not when she is so reticent to use them, often forgets that she ought to use it, to stay connected to the people that she has begun to care for. It is hard to remember that she can, that she is not isolated, that she is not living alone - a strangeness she is adjusting to.
She will make an effort. She has to.
There is no hesitation as she follows after Aemond, her fingers curling around his. Her nose twitches a little as they get closer, and when she catches the scent, her gaze flickers. It's cute, so small, and it possesses her immediately; lowering herself down to her knees, she breathes out, something low coming from her throat.
Not quite the same as a growl she might muster if she were truly a wolf, but not a poor imitation. ]
Sweet thing. You are safe.
[ Her fingers flex, just so, as the wolf twitches, as if trying to make a decision. ]
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She will make an effort. She has to.
There is no hesitation as she follows after Aemond, her fingers curling around his. Her nose twitches a little as they get closer, and when she catches the scent, her gaze flickers. It's cute, so small, and it possesses her immediately; lowering herself down to her knees, she breathes out, something low coming from her throat.
Not quite the same as a growl she might muster if she were truly a wolf, but not a poor imitation. ]
Sweet thing. You are safe.
[ Her fingers flex, just so, as the wolf twitches, as if trying to make a decision. ]