cowboys and lassos

Tyrfing · 11-15-2020, 09:55 PM

The horses were back again and this time, little Fin was prepared to take that autumn foal down. He’d realized that he was not only vastly outnumbered but outsized and just generally outmatched, and so rather than try for a physical takedown of brute force he knew he needed to be a bit sneakier. He’d swiped a few ropes from Fireside’s stores - they had a bazillion of them, they wouldn’t notice them missing, right? - and got to work settled in the grass to try and figure out how exactly the adults in his pack used them to catch anything.

He held the rope between his feline paws, tilting his head and staring at it from each angle. Occasionally he’d grab a bit of the rope in his mouth and try and tug it around itself, but in the end it fell apart into a loose puddle and not a knot. The familiar buzz from above caught his attention and he glared up at the visiting hummingbird, almost certain the thing was taunting him. It took only a feisty growl to send the small bird fluttering back away, and he returned his attention to his would-be-snare.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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cowboys and lassos

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