Escape

ooc; no table for this fella yet, my apologies for the boring looking reply.

He looked an absolute mess. His pallid fur was strewn this way and that, somehow managing to lay flat in only a select few places. Dirt riddled his frame, especially along his spine and around his toes. One ear lay back against his skull, although he wasn't paying much attention to the muscles holding it there. It appeared almost as if he'd forgotten why he'd laid it back, and it was simply frozen there until such a time as he remembered to straighten it.

Eyes of two hues fell upon another as he skirted along the edge of the lake, the hair on his chin dripping with water. He had just taken a long draught from the depths of the lake, and was now intent upon amusing himself in the presence of the stranger. As he approached at a comfortable and easygoing pace, he noted that the other male was larger than he (as several were) and his muscles were far more defined. Gin registered this fact, but didn't give it too much thought as he'd faced brutes like this before and always lived to see the next day. Besides, he didn't intend on getting in a fight today.

But when did he ever intend on doing that?

The other male seemed to be digging in the snow. What for, Gin didn't have a clue. The only way to get a question like that answered, though, was to ask. And so he did. "Hey, what are you digging for?" Some dug for treasure, others dug for food, still others dug for shelter, or just for the joy of digging. Which category this guy fell into was still a mystery. Gin didn't notice anything of interest, but the fellow hadn't dug very far either. He remained where he was when he asked the question, approximately five feet behind the male and slightly to his right. Gin's head tilted left under the weight of the question looming in the air, awaiting a reply from the darkened lad.