No more counting dollars
02-06-2018, 10:37 AM
Waking up suddenly is always a startling experience. Waking up suddenly to a tsunami of water smacking you in the face and the shrill squealing from a tiny primate right in your ear was disorienting in the extreme, and Kassander jerked back from both with a gasp and a wince. Rommel had leaped to his paws and sideways, getting his own newly-dampened body out of the way and was now staring into the water with a look of faint exasperation and amusement. With his foxy fur slicked down by the water, Rommel looked smaller and much scrawnier than he usually did, and his sharp black markings barely stood out against orange fur that had been darkened by water. Remy, on the other hand, was clearly not amused. The tiny primate between Kass' paws was dripping wet, shaking tiny clenched fists towards the water and shrieking in angry, high pitched foreign words that Kassander was certain he didn't want to know the meaning behind.
Kassander blinked water out of his own eyes and peered into the water. What he saw there made him do a doubletake. Artemis? No, too young, male, and more brightly colored than the former Crew huntress, the exuberant cannon-baller was clearly not actually Artemis, but the color palette and markings were so nearly identical that Kass almost called out automatically in his surprise. Instead he just squinted in concern at the pup. Wasn't he a little young to be all the way out here by himself? Granted he remembered Katja's pups being similarly adventurous but the viking's culture had also encouraged pushing them to adulthood sooner than most he'd encountered, so it was a surprise to see another pup exploring alone. Or was he lost?
Clearing his throat in an attempt to get the boy's attention, Kass pushed himself to his paws. Remy, who had left off shaking his fists at the culprit, had tangled those paws in Kass' ruff to let himself be pulled upwards along with the wolf where he could safely resume glaring at Jupiter from the relative safety of a perch between Kassander's ears.
Kassander blinked water out of his own eyes and peered into the water. What he saw there made him do a doubletake. Artemis? No, too young, male, and more brightly colored than the former Crew huntress, the exuberant cannon-baller was clearly not actually Artemis, but the color palette and markings were so nearly identical that Kass almost called out automatically in his surprise. Instead he just squinted in concern at the pup. Wasn't he a little young to be all the way out here by himself? Granted he remembered Katja's pups being similarly adventurous but the viking's culture had also encouraged pushing them to adulthood sooner than most he'd encountered, so it was a surprise to see another pup exploring alone. Or was he lost?
Clearing his throat in an attempt to get the boy's attention, Kass pushed himself to his paws. Remy, who had left off shaking his fists at the culprit, had tangled those paws in Kass' ruff to let himself be pulled upwards along with the wolf where he could safely resume glaring at Jupiter from the relative safety of a perch between Kassander's ears.