sweet dreams ;; seeking sakura

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WHO DOES HE
THINK HE IS!?

The hellhound paused in their steps at the roar. To say that they weren't worried about Night was a complete lie, considering how the frosty group had been hit with rain and winds. It was enough to toss over some trees and make rivers within the territory swell. Who knew how bad The Pitt had been affected. The hellhound broke off in a sprint toward the border, letting out their own call.

Sure enough, they halted as they stared at Night. Sakura's expression changed from exasperated to a joyful grin, and a small laugh left them. "Oh, god, you're okay!" They yelped and bounded up to him, then stared at his feet. Blood. An ear flicked, with the dangly metal chains clinking with it, and they tilted their head. "Are you okay..? You're bleeding a little."

#psy.

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WHO DOES HE
THINK HE IS!?

The hellhound froze up for a moment at the contact. Their heart did something funny, but they thought little of it and leaned into the touch slightly. Night's worry made Sakura look away bashfully, but clicked their tongue at his other words. "I could get you patched up no problem."

'I am just so glad you are okay. Sakura blinked, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. Again, their heart did a funny thing. Heat rushed to their cheeks and they blinked slowly. Finally they cleared their throat and looked away again, ears lowering as the heat practically threatened to scorch their cheek fur. "I'm glad you're okay as well... uh-" They cleared their throat and trotted to his side. "I can get you patched up back at my camp - it won't take long."

The hellhound bit the inside of their cheek and cursed internally. They'd never felt so awkward..

#psy.