Birna began to count down and with each number Rhys sank lower and lower to the ground. Her little legs were coiled beneath her and her ears slicked back as she stared at the tarp. It took far too long to reach 1 but when Birna did somehow Rhys wasn't prepared. She knew it was coming, knew something was going to happen...and yet Birna's lunge forward managed to startle her. The lunge forward, the sudden looming of the tarp overhead, it was all too much for Rhys. Her first reaction was to skitter backwards a step while frizzing up, but that flash of fear didn't last. Instinct told her she was about to be attacked, so she decided to attack first.
Rhys lunged for what she assumed was a weird round foot. For a few short seconds she snarled and bit the tire before it occurred to her that she wasn't being attacked back and that Birna wasn't helping. She froze, her teeth clamped down on the tread of the tire, and peeked back at Birna, who was speaking nonchalantly like they hadn't come close to losing their lives. ...skeletons? These monsters were dead? Slowly she allowed her teeth to slip off the tread. "Oh..."
So they weren't bad then. Birna jumped up on the dead monster and Rhys, too short to follow, settled for stretching up on her hind legs and putting her paws on the tire. "I think they're funny looking."
