The sleek, bluetoned Korat is settled onto his haunches, whiskers flicking ever so slightly. To Noni's question, Jrehkehd would close his eyes and concentrate, trying to describe the feeling he had been endowed with..
'It was.. light. Very airy. Like.. silk.' (Would a Korat know what silk is? I not, ignore that part.) He tenses his wolven jaws and emits a tiny, almost frustrated mhrr. '.. and cool to the touch. But so indescribable. It was.. always moving. I knew that it would never stop..'
At Zrego's sudden flood of malice, the black leans more heavily back, one paw lifted in warning. Ears cant, as Jhael's scent is brought to him on the breeze, and he turns his head up to watch.
