kingfisher
ft yurei, seasonal prompt
07-02-2019, 07:44 PM
“ye, just pick ‘em up” Benedict replied encouragingly, giving a nod and a smile to the woman. The fish couldn’t exactly resist when they were just lying there. She seemed uncertain and scared, and he tried not to overload her with information. She seemed a bit put off from the mention of the pack, to which he gave another confirming nod. “Abaven” he’d repeat, trying to make his voice clear. The man angled his ears to where the pack resided further inland. “Shaye n’ Rhyme are t’ alphas.” Though he was not sure she had ever met them before. He was in no position to recruit anyway, so he left it at that. If he was a bold man, he would have pressed his pale nose to her side to comfort her. But he was not, and even thinking about it was too forward. He watched as she moved to the pile with a fish, dumping the catch there along with his group. She asked if he was sure, and he grunted confirmation. “I can’t carry ‘em all myself” heck, he couldn’t carry more than four in his jaws. Lowering his body to the ground, he’d allow her to lay the fish across his back. “if ye can put some fish on m’ back, I can carry ‘em back to Abaven.” he explained, lacking any containers or satchels to put them in. so what if he stunk like fish? It was for the pack. “ye can have the rest” he’d add in, gesturing with his muzzle to the rest of the dead fish. “put lots on, n’ I’ll carry like… five back in m' jaws” Benedict wasn’t going to prolong the exposure if she was this terrified. He’d finish up here, report about the fish to Shaye or Rhyme and let the pack decide what to do with the rest. ooc words; 1685 / 1500 words we can wrap this up next ben post =D |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
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