Strike a violent pose
09-11-2016, 06:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2016, 06:52 PM by Vadim I.)
The sound of his digging echoed lightly off of the deeper walls of the mine, reverberating there and traveling back to him at the entrance with ominous undertones to be caught with his ever-turning black ears. The muscles of his back tensed as his hind-legs anchored themselves in the loose soil to allow his forelimbs to shovel dirt between them repeatedly, coating his pale fur in a generous layer of soil and drenching him in the thick scent of earth. It was a shallow grave, he stopped the digging once he'd reached a good twelve-fourteen inches and then dropped the bones of the hen he'd caught inside. Instantly, his fatty body would twist and reverse the effects of his digging, locking the skeleton of the hen in her tomb for safe-keeping. It was a souvenir from his vacation- a trophy of his efforts, and within the safety of his make-shift lockbox he hoped for her skeleton to remain until he could add more to this little collection.
He finished it off by packing down the loose soil in an attempt to make it least noticeable, then walked the few feet it took to get to the opening of the mine and look around for anyone that might have seen him. That is when he heard the words of Ramsay, and something about them already seemed to start a prickling beneath his skin, one that bled out around his mantle as his hackles ruffled lightly. A slanted scowl plastered itself across his maw, his upper lip lifting just a tad to reveal the thickness of his frontal teeth, "Something I caught all by myself, Ramsay. Tease as you please, but what have you managed to prey upon on your own, hmm? Or are you hoping to suckle upon mother's teat again now that she's returned?" The top of his meaty muzzle wrinkled slightly as the corners of his lips pulled into a grinning snarl, his jowls then parting with the release of a chuckle while he laughed at his own joke.