Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Mm..." Prowl murmured, a goofy smile played across his muzzle as he smelled the meal being cooked. His tail swished left and right slowly as he stared at the darkening sky with eyes half closed. To him, the clouds looked best when it was nearest to dusk. "That smells great... I can almost taste it." The coyote said, grinning weakly as his stomach let out another low, loud growl. "The smell's making me hungrier." He said flatly, wiping some drool off the side of his muzzle.

Ray sat down on the ground as well, examining his Fursona. Prowl looked so powerless and weak when he was lying down like that, it was hard to believe the heap of tan fuzz had a lot of power inside him. He wondered if Prowl had worked up a big appetite. Maybe one meal wasn't enough for him? Maybe he should grab some muffins for him back home? Ray shook his head clear. Hahaha... he was actually worrying about the Coyote for the first time. Its strange... they could be friends, really. But Ray new better than to pursue such an ambition. He could feel the Coyote's dark desires and wrath swirl around violently within himself, his strife, his despair, his sadness, wrath, fury, frustration and grief... He could feel Prowl's pain. Prowl could feel nothing from him. If he ever wanted to be friends with Prowl, he had to start by not being seen as an enemy.