He knew the second she stepped into the meadow because the flowers all suddenly go brighter and spread their petals wider. The smell of fresh, clean earth and sunshine grow and he lifts his head, looking for her even before he realizes what he's looking for.
She belongs in a place like this.
Somewhere with a forever blue sky and no limits. Somewhere alive...
But he's a wolf today and the wolf can't focus too hard on the past without it blurring and slipping to the side. So instead, he gets to his feet and he follows her, staying low in the grass so he doesn't bother her, heart easier in his chest at the sound of her humming happiness. When she finally spots him though, his ears flip down against his skull and his head drops, tail sinking. Worried that he'll scare her before he realizes that - she might have no idea what he is. Not from experience at least though she's probably heard the stories. So his ears prick up and forward again and, hesitant, still low behind him, his tail swishes.
He also notices, with the wry 'ex-SOLDIER' part of him that she's protecting her basket instead of herself...
Aerith...
The small huff escapes him before he can think about it and his blue eyes snap to her, worried that she'll think that was an aggressive sound. To prove he's a good dog and not a bad one, he lowers his head to nose at the types of flowers she's just been enjoying, peering up at her through them with blue eyes.
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She belongs in a place like this.
Somewhere with a forever blue sky and no limits. Somewhere alive...
But he's a wolf today and the wolf can't focus too hard on the past without it blurring and slipping to the side. So instead, he gets to his feet and he follows her, staying low in the grass so he doesn't bother her, heart easier in his chest at the sound of her humming happiness. When she finally spots him though, his ears flip down against his skull and his head drops, tail sinking. Worried that he'll scare her before he realizes that - she might have no idea what he is. Not from experience at least though she's probably heard the stories. So his ears prick up and forward again and, hesitant, still low behind him, his tail swishes.
He also notices, with the wry 'ex-SOLDIER' part of him that she's protecting her basket instead of herself...
Aerith...
The small huff escapes him before he can think about it and his blue eyes snap to her, worried that she'll think that was an aggressive sound. To prove he's a good dog and not a bad one, he lowers his head to nose at the types of flowers she's just been enjoying, peering up at her through them with blue eyes.