K'tahjha was quite sure she'd stop breathing entirely if the butterflies didn't leave her stomach, the sense of relief she felt somewhat fading in front of her rather taciturn father. Still she attempted to project confidence by keeping her ears and tail in a neutral position and seeking eye contact,"K'makanee Haaz, sir." managing to keep her voice steady.
Glancing back towards the tent should couldn't help but worry about her aunt and wishing she'd been allowed to stay with her, like K'luha had supported her.
Glancing back towards the tent should couldn't help but worry about her aunt and wishing she'd been allowed to stay with her, like K'luha had supported her.
