Games at the border
Malalia
05-13-2020, 01:44 AM
She laughed good-naturedly when Mortis came bundling up to her sporting a coat of mud and ice. She hadn't thought the boy would tumble as he had. Truthfully, with his edge on height, she often forgot that the boy was an overgrown pup and still growing into himself. An overgrown pup with wings, soon evidenced by the nudge he gave her with his own. She stumbled lightly from the push -- more from her own unpreparedness than the force of the move itself -- and rolled her eyes hard at his next comment.
"Yeah, okay smarty-pants," she huffed, ears flattening in joke dismay before her features relaxed. Her eyes easily zoned in on the nearby scenery as their path was gently nudged southward by the curving river, the gentle bubbling reaching her ears. She could see the weeping tendrils of the willow trees, still some distance ahead. Several were still richly orange from the turn of the season, clinging to their leaves. Her nose twitched, jaw parted for strange scents -- predators, trespassing wolves, whatever didn't belong here.
"Since we're on a patrol," she continued, raising a brow at the boy before sliding her gaze back to the path ahead, "tell me something that you see, or smell. And don't just say the grass," she deadpanned. Something like "I spy," maybe. Truth be told, Mal found patrols as boring as Mort did, though she hid it well. Perhaps it would take a while before something interesting popped up. Most patrols were routine. Then again, that fling with the wild dogs was certainly unexpected....
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