Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160915154555/@comment-28358106-20160928012138

Gingerly, Ferra steps into the pen. She takes a few steps forward and pauses as he hops off the rock, moving cautiously. Keeping his eyes on her, he advances, not directly, but making small movements from side to side as he goes forward. She doesn't move as he comes within a short distance, but only turns to face him as she circles her with curiosity.

He sticks his nose forward and begins to sniff in her direction. She softly calls out to him, not using words, but a sing-song sound.

Upon hearing it he pulls back, slightly startled, and gives a chirruping bark. Again she makes the same sound, and after a moment, he sniffs again. Slowly, she raises her hand and extends it to him.

He inches closer, sniffing all the while, to the point to where he is almost touching her hand. She is rinning this whole time, watching him. Then, he opens his mouth and clamps down on her arm.

It isn't defensive, or even playful. It's an experimental bite, slow and deliberate, but even still, a man's arm would be broken.

Immediately she says "No!" But she does not jerk, or pull her arm away, or make any other movement. But, neither does he. After he begins to walk backwards, tugging her, he finds that she does not budge.

"NO!" She says again, but much louder. Startled, he lets go and takes a step back. After another cursory sniff, he steps forward and opens his mouth again.

"NO!" She repeats, and this time, he stops mid-bite and looks at her.

Slowly she reaches up and rubs him between the eyes, like one would a horse. Not petting, but a firm assurance.

She keeps rubbing. When he shows no signs of displeasure for a minute or two, she advances cautiously and begins rubbing him with both hands, one on his snout and one on his neck. A gurgling purr and wobbling legs let her know she's found the right spot.

After a minute, he unceremoniously flops down on his side with a chortling huff. She keeps rubbing him, moving down to his belly, and he begins a strange yowling purr, his tongue lolling from his jaws, his tail and wings flopping, his feet pawing.

Ferra turns and looks at Rep. She is smiling like the sun, and tears are streaming down her cheeks.