Second Chances
03-03-2016, 02:31 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Jak offered no other response but a nod of his head, readily accepting the plans that she laid out for them to return to their proper side of the land bridge. Good, Callisto thought, though she had had very few worries of him objecting at all. He never did - at least not to her recollection - and was willing to let the decisions be made for him. Was that part of his need to please, his intention to keep her happy? Would he agree to everything she wanted so long as it was what she wanted? She contemplated her condition, the secret she harbored, and still could not be sure. In this instance, she did not trust him to be fine if she chose not to keep the litter, it was simply too big of a decision. At her request, he began to speak of the Faller's Fjord, describing for her the main layout of the territory. Cliffs, switchbacks, game trails all sounded fine and dandy to her, but would they be conducive to housing a litter of pups? If she planned to keep them - not that she had made up her mind yet - she needed a good location, one suitable for the job. River meant water, but there were stones to cross it, a path that could potentially prove useful in navigation for youth. Or dangerous. And the switchbacks? Falling. Her brow sunk into a frown as he described the place, but as she thought she doubted anywhere would be absolutely perfect. The Fern Gulley? Poisons. Her favorite part of the Stone Steppe? More falling dangers. "Hmm," Calli murmured, preparing another question when she heard noises behind her. Twigs shifting, snapping, a tree being scaled. For half a second, she thought it might have been Belladonna doing her damnedest to interrupt them, but as she turned her head, scowl already set in place, she realized very quickly she had it wrong. There was another feline now, golden and spotted in color, and he appeared very intent upon making his way toward the scrawny black cat situated up the tree. "Hey!" Before she could realize what she was doing, Callisto was on her grey paws marching toward the base of the tree. She might not have liked the cat very much, but she was not about to let some other feline swoop in noisily and do her any harm. Belladonna had heard the serval approach from the beginning. With her vantage point, she had been given a perfect view of the activities below, but as she spotted the other feline, and realized he had seen her as well, she had been unable to do anything but remain perfectly still. Maybe he won't come over here, the little black cat hoped, but all in vain. He had noticed, and he was doing everything in his power to get over to her. Including step and shift every twig, leaf, and branch along the way, as well as take half the bark off the tree as he climbed. She watched him in disbelief as he scaled the tree, and stared with a confused, mildly irritated look. His charming smile and half-purred greeting when at last he reached her only managed to irk her more, and with a disgruntled edge to her voice she muttered, "Excuse you, this tree's taken." |
