Today, I will wear my white button down

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

The sound of her voice startled him for a second, the tom twisting his head over his shoulder to gaze at her in veiled surprise. Blinking, he would give a gentle exhale, moving side to side slowly on his paws, a sign of discomfort. Rest was hard to achieve, knowing that Ares was out there and that he couldn't go to her, that he couldn't find her and tell her somehow that it was alright. He wanted to find his adopted daughter so desperately that he couldn't rest, it drove him crazy. Tentatively he tried to reach out to Seven's mind gently and touch it with a soft "Ares. Very sore.", he didn't want to startle the tigress with his attempt, though he knew no other way than to try and share his words to her. Perhaps it would be more simple with images and the barest of emotions and feelings? How would he be able to interact with her?

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef