READY TO GO OFF ANY MINUTE | {OPEN, NOT EATING}

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]While Imperia might have been frightened of Washington, Suiteheart was not. Since meeting him, he had not given her a reason to be terrified. While his form was large and intimidating to some, Suite had spent a good majority of time in the body of a polar bear. She was used to being gigantic compared to the tiny felines and canines around. But anyway, the white feline suspected Washington was actually a pretty gentle giant. They always were, she knew.

... Well, maybe not always, but the girl had had wonderful luck in meeting only the good guys.

The Ecliptic Admiral had smelled the deer before she even took note of Washington or Imperia. It was in that moment that she recognized the dull pain in her stomach to be hunger. She made a mental note to find something to eat at a later time. For now, she was distracted by an almost-sickly looking Wash and a somewhat frightened Imperia. Putting on her friendliest smile, she padded over. "Hey, Washington, Imperia," she greeted.

Gentle baby blues fell to the deer leg, which was obviously untouched. She arched a fictional eyebrow skyward, turning to face Imperia as she questioned Washington. She hummed a bit in thought as her eyes again returned to Washington, and she noticed he was beginning to thin out which probably caused his sickly appearance. "Have you been eating?" Her voice held a slight demanding, motherly tone. Despite them being physically the same age, she had a terrible habit of mothering everyone.