Description
Amaranth
Granny the Stray
"C'mon over here, deary, listen to Granny tell ya' a story."
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RP Sample:
Amaranth raised her furrowed brows in sympathy for the little dog, her gaze shifting down to the mouse who she knew would often help Bunny talk. But when not even he knew how to help, Amaranth remained silent for a moment, allowing for her to soak in the warmth and comfort that she could provide. This must not be good at all. Soon enough she caught the very faint scent of blood, and gently pulled away from the embrace though remained close. "Bunny." She stated simply, lowering her head to the still dripping pup, she'd lift a paw to brush back the fur that hung in the pups face to look into her teary eyes. "Whatever it is. We'll work through it, alright? I promise." The old dog pulled her back in for a tight hug before gently ushering Bunny over to a nest formed out of a thick hide. "You dry off and get warm here with Squeaks. I'll get ya' some herbs." Amaranth padded to the tiny herb storage and grabbed a leaf of dock, patiently waiting for Bunny to get situated.