Four Words To Choke Upon

*Jaelle* · 01-06-2017, 01:47 AM

Jaelle had seemed to hit a sore spot at mentioning his mother hunting for him, but all the dame could do was just smile at him. She didn't mind that he was so grumpy, really. She'd dealt with a lot worse. And now with this Goat the Stoat, she would have her paws full. She just chuckled when Kharnage said that the weasel could lead the way, her blue and brown gaze lingering on the white creature. He seemed to be out of arguments, muttering the whole way as he walked deeper into the odd cave. The female's nails clicked on the surface of the hardened ground, echoing through the hollow area. Her eyes scanned the endless barrels and boxes, the scent of rust covering up almost everything. When Giet just kept walking, she shrugged her shoulders and turned into a little alcove. Light filtered in from cracks in the roof and walls, slanting through the dust to make it appear like it was dancing. Pausing for a moment, she looked around her in sheer wonder before she walked over to the closest crate. Peeking inside revealed nothing but broken down wood, and the sharp sting of Goat's teeth marks on her nose kept her from poking it into things. Moving on, she looked in the next one, a barrel that had been completely broken down the middle, the contents still sitting inside. Sniffing at it made her recoil, the stench of a strong, unknown scent causing her to sneeze. What in the world? Scratching at the crack, she pawed at it until she pried one of the boards back, looking at the little green things that floated in the water. What the hell was that...? Looking over her shoulder to see if Kharnage was there, she moved over so that he could see it too. Whatever they were, she didn't think that they grew in there. The water almost smelled briny like salt water, but not quite. There was a different tang to it, and while she was curious she wasn't too set on testing it. Grinning at the larger man, she pointed her nose into the barrel. "I dare you to eat one." She said in a low voice, a grin spreading across her lips. The stoat had appeared in the entryway, eying the two of them with no emotion whatsoever.

ooc;// Just to be clear, they are pickles. xD

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