Stop Drop and Roll
04-17-2017, 05:32 PM
He didn't have to search too hard after he climbed back down from the cliff to find his dirtier brother. His scent was strong enough to scare anything within a ten mile radius into hiding. Of course that was something Colt counted on. He wasn't likely to ding him by anything else other than the ruckus he caused. He could hear him ahead, crashing into something most likely and f or that colt only shook his head. Honestly he didn't know which of the two that had went ahead with him were more hard headed, Glock with his inability to see alternative routes or Wesson with his flirting all the time. He wouldn't change either of them though, he loved them both no mater how dense or pig headed they were. His jaws parted in a grin at the crash ahead and he loped forward. Wes was just as quick to find where Glock had got himself stuck. A deep chuckle came from him and he moved to assess the situation. With Wes doin the talking and readying a push for Glock Colt gave a nod.
"Watch yur head Glock, ah'm comin' over. Ah'll pull while ya push 'im Wes." with that he looked to the massive log and gave a quick heave up. His body was able to land on top of the log and then another heabe and he was over next to Glock's head. He turned to look his brother over for damages really quickly before he bent his head to aim a grip on his brother's scruff. Only when he was sure it was a good grip and he wasn't in the immediate area Glock would pop out of, for knowledge that Glock wouldn't mean to but might gut check Colt, did he pull. At any sign he did harm Glock he was ready to release though. He kept his tongue back and from touching his brother for tghe fact that he wasn't about to taste whatever Glock had last rolled in, likely something's shit if Colt would guess. Yup he was definitely washing his mouth after this. It wasn't that Colt was being mean honestly, just that Wes smelled rather strong and well Colt never knew exactly why. His mismatched eyes watched Glock's face for signs that he pulled too hard or but too much.
"Watch yur head Glock, ah'm comin' over. Ah'll pull while ya push 'im Wes." with that he looked to the massive log and gave a quick heave up. His body was able to land on top of the log and then another heabe and he was over next to Glock's head. He turned to look his brother over for damages really quickly before he bent his head to aim a grip on his brother's scruff. Only when he was sure it was a good grip and he wasn't in the immediate area Glock would pop out of, for knowledge that Glock wouldn't mean to but might gut check Colt, did he pull. At any sign he did harm Glock he was ready to release though. He kept his tongue back and from touching his brother for tghe fact that he wasn't about to taste whatever Glock had last rolled in, likely something's shit if Colt would guess. Yup he was definitely washing his mouth after this. It wasn't that Colt was being mean honestly, just that Wes smelled rather strong and well Colt never knew exactly why. His mismatched eyes watched Glock's face for signs that he pulled too hard or but too much.