[ The extra space is appreciated, and Maine relaxes somewhat. It's better now that he knows this man is Church instead of a stranger, but still. It's hard to reconcile that knowledge with the form in front of him. And he's not one for head pettings, period.
Maine shrugs and pushes himself onto his hind legs again. He looks down at Church for a moment, doing a few quick mental measurements before he holds his han— paw out right around the height of Church's armpit. After indicating the height, he points to himself.
Seven feet off the ground. That's where he's usually at. ]
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Maine shrugs and pushes himself onto his hind legs again. He looks down at Church for a moment, doing a few quick mental measurements before he holds his han— paw out right around the height of Church's armpit. After indicating the height, he points to himself.
Seven feet off the ground. That's where he's usually at. ]