[Fortunately (?) for him, this prompts her to respond and she leaves momentarily to get her paper. She writes briefly before returning to his neck. The junction of his wing and shoulder, kneading softly with one paw.]
But I am dangerous. I hope I can keep my instincts under control, ne?
November 1st [Luceti]
But I am dangerous. I hope I can keep my instincts under control, ne?
[But she's not entirely serious]