You're Ridiculous
05-25-2017, 02:18 PM
He watched her, his heart racing from his hidden position among the trees, unlike Isk, Ruthgar’s pelt offered a sort of camouflage, and his dark pelt could easily be mistaken for a tree stump at first glance, especially to some of the more mentally incapable animals which he suspected the turkey counted as. Regardless he knew enough to stay down wind and watch from a safe distance away. The last thing he wanted was to interfere and scare the damn bird off.
His back straightened as she closed in, tail arching slightly as his pulse began to race. He felt his heart leap into his throat as she sprang and came down on the bird in a flurry of tossed up snow and ripped away feathers. He gave a small, excited bark as the bird stilled and trotted over to meet her. "Want some? It's pretty tasty. They're a lot meatier than some birds. Nicer looking feathers too, I think, not that it matters." She asked. He laughed heartily. “Ad nevar eat b’fore a woman tucked in.” He said, tossing his thin tail idly from side to side. “Ye keeled eet anyway. Take th’ furst bite n’ I’ll dig in myself aftar.” |
