The Sound of Starting Over

*Armai* · 03-08-2016, 09:26 PM

Ears flicked backwards in irritation as she continued to tug painfully at the tar on her fur until finally she managed to rip it off with some strands of hair to accompany it. Come one, really? What the hell is this stuff? A soft growl accompanied her thoughts as she put that foot down and began working on the let front paw. Once she got this off of her paws she intended on going back the other direction until she was far away from this place. If there was more of it she could only imagine what would happen if she stuck more than a couple toes in. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.

In her irritated tugging of her fur she realized she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings. It wasn't until she heard paw steps and the dragging of something heavy, accompanied with the scent of blood, that she rose her head and flicked her ears around rather nervously. She normally was so on top of watching her environment that it bothered her she'd been so lax.

"You Should be more careful. It's not wise to run around here you know."

She frowned at this and turned her head towards the voice to, hopefully, look directly at him. She tried to get a good sniff of him. He didn't smell like a pack and he reeked of deer blood. That must have been the heavy dragging she heard. It must have been nice to be able to catch such a big creature. She almost envied his ability.

"Had I known this place was here I would have chosen a different direction. I suppose it's a bit late now." She said with a sour facial expression as she thought back to the muck still stuck to her left foot. "If it's so bad here then why are you here?"

Yeah that was a pretty good question. Or she thought so at least. She certainly didn't like this place so why would anyone else be here? The better question was how did he find a deer here? Out of all the places he could hunt he was here. That made absolutely no sense to her. Of course while she was mulling it over the sound of another voice, this one sounding a lot different from the first male, reached her ears and she smacked herself internally for not paying attention once again. She was sucking at this today.

"Afternoon."

She spoke softly. This male seemed happier in his tone than the first one. His other words seemed to be directed towards the first male and Armai's ears flicked forward. His question was as good as hers, or even better really, asking if he'd caught it himself or if he'd found in it the... stuff. Her nose crinkled in disgust as she thought about it. The tar was absolutely the worst thing she'd ever tasted so if he'd pulled it from the muck then she decided he was definitely crazy. Who on earth would want to eat anything that came from this? I think I'd rather starve to death.

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