The pat on his head makes Connor lift his head up, long snout brushing against her palm just right before she retracts it. A question shines in his eyes, but being unable to speak as he is, there's no way to vocalize it.
Besides, there's much else to do.
A little gruff 'wuff' of confirmation, and Connor catches the scent of them (mostly her), in his nose. A trail back through the forest, the way they came. It might as well be a shining beacon, it's such a clear thing to him now.
He pads forward at a quickened pace. Stick with him, Lucina!]
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The pat on his head makes Connor lift his head up, long snout brushing against her palm just right before she retracts it. A question shines in his eyes, but being unable to speak as he is, there's no way to vocalize it.
Besides, there's much else to do.
A little gruff 'wuff' of confirmation, and Connor catches the scent of them (mostly her), in his nose. A trail back through the forest, the way they came. It might as well be a shining beacon, it's such a clear thing to him now.
He pads forward at a quickened pace. Stick with him, Lucina!]