Indiana Bones
07-18-2019, 07:30 PM
Tyrian wandered up behind Chaos and watched quietly as several plumes of dirt were sent skyward. He tilted his head to the side and considered first his brother's rump, then the loose dirt, then the hole being dug. He couldn't tell what his bother was after, but thought it was probably the badger that liked to run around this section of the knolls. It was mean one; twice now he'd tried to trap and befriend it and twice he had been rebuffed.
After a beat he decided Chaos looked like he needed help with whatever it was he was doing. He gave the spray of dirt a wide berth and then got up close beside Chaos and started to dig at his right elbow. He...probably wasn't helping but it was the thought, right? "So," he said matter-of-factly. "What are we doing?"
After a beat he decided Chaos looked like he needed help with whatever it was he was doing. He gave the spray of dirt a wide berth and then got up close beside Chaos and started to dig at his right elbow. He...probably wasn't helping but it was the thought, right? "So," he said matter-of-factly. "What are we doing?"
