[ Her head tilts again, the opposite direction this time. There's no malice in her stance, and she lacks the restrained, tense air she had only moments ago as she stepped through the door, all coiled muscles ready to spring at a moment's notice.
Ostensibly it's because there's something she recognizes, now -- the man who raised her, obviously, but maybe she recognizes something in Ian. Something familiar.
She sniffs at his hand, and Owen-- doesn't freeze, exactly, but his body stills. He waits, watching the exchange between the two of them and really hopping this doesn't end in a spray of blood. But once Blue has picked up Ian's scent, she does little more than rock back on her heels, glancing between Owen and the pirate with curiosity. She chatters softly. ]
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Ostensibly it's because there's something she recognizes, now -- the man who raised her, obviously, but maybe she recognizes something in Ian. Something familiar.
She sniffs at his hand, and Owen-- doesn't freeze, exactly, but his body stills. He waits, watching the exchange between the two of them and really hopping this doesn't end in a spray of blood. But once Blue has picked up Ian's scent, she does little more than rock back on her heels, glancing between Owen and the pirate with curiosity. She chatters softly. ]
-- I'm guessing that means she likes you.