nature's freak

*Derecho* · 03-16-2017, 11:36 PM

Bum low, an errant wiggle, and an explosion of energy. It takes all of her self control not to bark at it. To bark at the prey would be to scare it away, after all. Derecho was tring her hardest to lead the way for her meeker sibling, she was going to set a good example... supposedly. She would try at least. Crouched low and springing forward. If the rolling thunder had bothered to grow into herself (ha), maybe it would have gone better. Instead, her limbs are short and movements unrefined and clunky. They would get better in time, but for now, Echo falls flatly on her face. There's a giggle in her throat, head high. Head always high.

"I think we're too slow, yet," Derecho's tail wags, head quirking softly to the side. She's unsure overall, peering curiously at the creature as it scampers off. "I wonder what it's called... it's not um, not a dove right? Those had wings," internally, the rolling thunder searches for a name for the thing. Bass had brought them food more than once, and she was trying to think of what he'd called each creature. Always in thought or in motion, Derecho is swift. Softly the child peers at her sister, wondering if she had the answer. Curious.

heroes get remembered
DERECHO WRECKAGE
bad bitches never die

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