[ There is something that comes from being around animals that is soothing to her, softening some of the edges of her. There is a darkness to her, there is a violence to her, something she does not hide in the wake of the game of the Hallows, but this inspires the side of her that might have been long forgotten. The wolf cub comes to her, curls into her, presses its face against her gloved wrist, and she seems to melt.
Is it for being a cub, or for being a wolf? It is hard to tell.
Drawn out of her thoughts, away from the idyllic joy of being around nature, she looks over at Aemond and tilts her head. ]
You might offer him some, if you like. I can warm them enough to separate.
[ The wolf, scenting the meat, makes a little noise, between a yip and a growl, and begins to wiggle towards Aemond, nosing at his leg. ]
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Is it for being a cub, or for being a wolf? It is hard to tell.
Drawn out of her thoughts, away from the idyllic joy of being around nature, she looks over at Aemond and tilts her head. ]
You might offer him some, if you like. I can warm them enough to separate.
[ The wolf, scenting the meat, makes a little noise, between a yip and a growl, and begins to wiggle towards Aemond, nosing at his leg. ]
He seems fond enough of you.