Noira ❧

❧ Cascading locks, tightly wound and endless. Always ready to greet newcomers and strangers with curved ears, eager muzzle, soft eyes. Nearly model like in her motions, she moves with care and affinity; always reaching for the comfort of a hand. Viewing the world with bright-eyed wonder and nostril-flaring fear - she is not yet sure of her place in it (and may very well never be). Perhaps she is ever knowing of the dangers that have come before and might rear their heads again. She stands beneath the willow trees, branches brushing her back, waiting.