@chitteringbeast continued from HERE
They were on their own, Flint and Fangs. It was a constant in both of their lives. When the world around you was unforgiving and harsh, you tend to grab onto whatever person or creature with a heartbeat you can find and hold on for dear life. That's the kind of bond Flint had with her companion. So, showing up here, still unsure of the area and the new person they were ogling, both of them were at least together.
As the man's form stretched to an astonishing length, Flint tilted her head to the side, observing, eyes bright and curious. He was like nothing she had met before - and she had been in a time with quite a lot of weird creatures and faces. Fangs made a noise of confusion, not sure whether to take the man's approach as a threat or not, so as he bleated, Flint rested her hand on the big cat's back, calming him for the moment.
Ah, a question. One of her least favorite parts of interacting with others was that she couldn't just....vocally respond back. So she sighed, debating trying to sign to him before realizing the tried and true method of just writing back a response made more sense. So she pulled out her notebook, written something down, and offered it to him.
[ Just him and I. No parents. Not for a long time. ]
