His head canted upward slightly as she took a few steps forward, his nostrils twitching as the scent only got that much stronger. He didn't mind the distance being closed, but he did mind what exactly that scent was forcing him to think. Thankfully his mind was easily cleared by her next question. His head fell level, pale yellow eyes seemingly turning into dinner plates. <i>Your daughter.</i> And Theodore? Perhaps...He hadn't been kept as safe as Alexander would have wished. The man frowned, muzzle dropping towards his chest. <b>"Of-of course. More than anything."</b> The words were stammered and weak, but if he'd had the strength, perhaps he would have shown a bit more excitement. Of course, the sudden thought that his son, who took so much after his mother, was dead seemed hard to fathom.
(This post was last modified: Mar 12, 2012, 08:29 PM by Alexander.)