T-I-SINGLE-GUH-ER
11-13-2015, 11:38 PM
As soon as he saw the eyes of the tiger on him, Olafur took off in a flurry of leaves. Doing his species proud, the macaque quickly leapt to another tree and promptly disappeared. He didn't care what the tiger said; he was still a tiger and tigers were dangerous. If Odysseus' attention hadn't been resting so heavily on the tiger he would have had something to say about his usually sluggish friend's sudden speed. Odysseus found the cat to be friendly enough. If he'd meant harm he probably wouldn't have announced his presence first. Or voiced his curiosity. Briefly the wolf's eyes rose to track movement in one of the trees directly behind the tiger. Much to his surprise he could see Olafur lurking in the shadows with what looked like a pine cone clutched to his chest. What was he going to do, peg the tiger in the back of the head if he decided not to play nice? As a predator the thought of being eaten never really crossed his mind. Odysseus found it odd to have to accept reassurance from a larger predator. He liked to think that if it were necessary he could put up a good fight and make the cat work for his meal. Could he win? Probably not. But he could be memorable. "It's a long story. In a nutshell, our paths crossed and common interests have kept us together." He couldn't help it; his eyes kept going to the scratches on the tiger's face. "We're both healers, you see, and we've found that our skills compliment one another. And while I can't speak for my friend, I would be happy to look at those wounds for you." |