No den??
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04-16-2020, 02:58 AM
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Mortis kept up easily enough, and Hester paused for a moment, considering his question. "I sleep beneath the stars the Mother has fixed in the sky," she said in what she thought was a simple reply. "It is a warm night, and I saw no reason to find shelter." With that, she resumed her romping, eyes casting cursory glances about to be sure her and the boy were safe. Although they were close to the Armada's borders, they still dwelled within them, so they should be safe enough, she decided. One ear flicked back as Mortis charged, and Hester grinned over her shoulder at the boy.
"How fearsome you are," she tossed in his direction, over her shoulder. "Please, have mercy!" A light chuckle fell from her lips as her body relished in the movement. Her haunches, though, were starting to ache from the repetitive movements. She was just about to call for a temporary ceasefire when she noted movement ahead, and her golden eyes narrowed as she came to a sudden stop.
"Mortis," she snapped, hoping the young wolf would note the change in tone and not breeze right by where she'd stopped. Two coyotes stalked from the underbrush ahead, just outside of Armada's territory, and Hester let loose a growl in warning. Her hackles stood almost immediately, and her ears pinned as she considered that she was unaware if Mortis had ever been taught to protect himself. Hester took a step forward and glared at the two predators, tail swishing behind her in consternation as she regarded them both.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Mortis kept up easily enough, and Hester paused for a moment, considering his question. "I sleep beneath the stars the Mother has fixed in the sky," she said in what she thought was a simple reply. "It is a warm night, and I saw no reason to find shelter." With that, she resumed her romping, eyes casting cursory glances about to be sure her and the boy were safe. Although they were close to the Armada's borders, they still dwelled within them, so they should be safe enough, she decided. One ear flicked back as Mortis charged, and Hester grinned over her shoulder at the boy.
"How fearsome you are," she tossed in his direction, over her shoulder. "Please, have mercy!" A light chuckle fell from her lips as her body relished in the movement. Her haunches, though, were starting to ache from the repetitive movements. She was just about to call for a temporary ceasefire when she noted movement ahead, and her golden eyes narrowed as she came to a sudden stop.
"Mortis," she snapped, hoping the young wolf would note the change in tone and not breeze right by where she'd stopped. Two coyotes stalked from the underbrush ahead, just outside of Armada's territory, and Hester let loose a growl in warning. Her hackles stood almost immediately, and her ears pinned as she considered that she was unaware if Mortis had ever been taught to protect himself. Hester took a step forward and glared at the two predators, tail swishing behind her in consternation as she regarded them both.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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