Gavin, ever the acquiescing one of the pair, remained on his side, even after Kosses had introduced herself and granted them a home. His own plume thumped the ground, but he didn’t rise, watching his sister out of the corner of his eye, and waiting to see how her own exuberance would be tolerated. In the past, if his sister’s playful behavior was accepted, and tolerated, than his own more mild manners went over well.
Moina yipped excitedly at the tawny-hued fey’s words, and pushed to her feet, her tail automatically falling between her hocks, as she playfully bounced around Kosses. Her joy at being accepted so readily would wane somewhat, and she’d settle, but for the time being, she was showing her relatively young age. “We’d love a to call these beautiful lands home.. We passed through a few different terras, but none as spectacular as… The West Wing..” She pulled the name of the territory from her short term memory, pleased with herself for remembering it. She wasn’t the most detail oriented wolf, and could be rather… forgetful. As Moina bounced around Kosses energetically, Gavin slowly rose to his feet, keeping his slightly larger frame beneath Kosses’. In no way did he want to appear too dominating, or aggressive. He’d found, in their travels that if he kept his tall frame below those of his superior’s he could avoid aggression.
Moina was still wiggling in joy, and she bumped into her brother in the process. Gavin started a growl, and cut it off, instead, snaking his head out, and nipping none-too-gently at the smaller female’s ear. She yelped softly in surprise, but went still, her muscles still quivering in excitement.
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