Dee stretches forward, looking straight at Iris, then babling in a similar monotone for a moment. Afterwards she sits up and makes a sound vaguely similar to laughter, before stretching her wings out and hopping over to Iris' wrist.
The grip of Dee's hind claws on your wrist is firm, but not painfully tight. You can probably feel from the way she moves she's trying her best not to scratch you, as she reaches down and grabs the small snack.
((...Not waiting for fancy any more.))
"Yeah, see? nothing to worry about." buster added in, turning her attention back to their impromptu canine tour guide and his little critter friend.TheWolfShepherd wrote:"Well, if the storm is going to be as big as advertised, I'm sure Mr. Duke would have taken measures to ensure that all the buildings are tightly secured. After all, weather forecasts are quite accurate." Shepherd replied. She was about to say more when the reactions of Iris and Randall cut her off.
"Well. That was a bit of an overreaction..."