"A few though it's been a couple of decades." She informs him her tone is slightly wistful her look a little wry as she diplomatically tilts her head to the right as she reaches for one of the bags behind her as she opens her door. putting her foot on the little 'step'. "Ahem, not as yet." She murmurs lowly and a slight wry perhaps hopeful smirk. She discounted nothing from happening in that sort of vein. Especially in places like the Nexus. Though quite a few folks in StoryBrooke oft found themselves in large sometimes tangled family trees.
Her luck however seemed to run to more losing family members or being separated from them more often than not. She glances up toward the flat, the fur along her nape and back going up slightly as her protective hackles go up. She swallows a lump of worry from rising in her throat. "Rooo." She murmurs softly.
Though there were quite a few hereabouts she wouldn't mind calling pack. She glances sideways toward Isamu, and gently tries to nudge his nearest arm with the tip of her nose in a canine gesture. "Come come, friend." She murmurs softly in a semi younger, quick tone. As she fights the urge to try and gently tug on his sleeve with her canines or front teeth.
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"A few though it's been a couple of decades." She informs him her tone is slightly wistful her look a little wry as she diplomatically tilts her head to the right as she reaches for one of the bags behind her as she opens her door. putting her foot on the little 'step'. "Ahem, not as yet." She murmurs lowly and a slight wry perhaps hopeful smirk. She discounted nothing from happening in that sort of vein. Especially in places like the Nexus. Though quite a few folks in StoryBrooke oft found themselves in large sometimes tangled family trees.
Her luck however seemed to run to more losing family members or being separated from them more often than not. She glances up toward the flat, the fur along her nape and back going up slightly as her protective hackles go up. She swallows a lump of worry from rising in her throat. "Rooo." She murmurs softly.
Though there were quite a few hereabouts she wouldn't mind calling pack. She glances sideways toward Isamu, and gently tries to nudge his nearest arm with the tip of her nose in a canine gesture. "Come come, friend." She murmurs softly in a semi younger, quick tone. As she fights the urge to try and gently tug on his sleeve with her canines or front teeth.