[ the fur is soft and cool, and Mika digs his fingers in carefully, nails scratching against the warmth of the skin underneath. It's just as real as anything — there's no need to keep the contact further once that's been established, and Mika withdraws his hand after a moment to tuck it back into his pocket. He isn't used to animals enough to know what else to do — besides, it wasn't like he was an actual wolf. McGillis isn't someone whom he could treat so light-heartedly.
Even so, there's still the faint hint of interest in Mika's gaze - a stirring of something that isn't total apathy. ]
It looks useful.
[ for hunting, he'd said — Mika fishes for the dates, popping one in his mouth and chewing carefully. ]
ok you pass
Even so, there's still the faint hint of interest in Mika's gaze - a stirring of something that isn't total apathy. ]
It looks useful.
[ for hunting, he'd said — Mika fishes for the dates, popping one in his mouth and chewing carefully. ]
Is it difficult? Hunting.