Long Necked Terrors

Bowen · 02-17-2021, 04:04 PM

She hadn't thought that anyone had seen the debacle with the alpaca, but Artorias surely had. The small wolf tucked her ears as her brother pulled up behind her while she was still washing. They were nearing nine months of age now and the girl was getting a little more vain. She didn't want to be stinky and dirty. Or at least she didn't want anyone to see her being stinky and dirty.

Turning her head, she smiled at her big blue brother. "It'll be okay once they get used to us." Her speech was less childish than it had once been. She was turning into a little lady more and more every day. "Mom thinks we can somehow take their fur and do things with it. We can eat them too if we want, but she wants to use them for trade." Who would want alpacas, she didn't know. She'd been told that other packs kept creatures, so why shouldn't they?

Having thoroughly washed, Bowen's side was now soaking wet. She grimaced. It was cold today and the damp fur made her feel that cold all the more. Taking a few steps away from Artorias, she gave her coat a shake, getting rid of as much excess water as possible. Her fur stood out in spikes, but whatever. It would dry and flatten eventually.

Canting her head, she flashed an emerald eye at her brother. "What are you doing today? Come to inspect our new pets too?" Maybe with two of them together, it would be less likely for them to pick on Bowen. She had an idea though. "I took some dried apples from Luta's stores." No, she hadn't asked for them. She had wanted them, so she took them. "I was going to feed some to the alpacas to make them like me. Want to come?"

"Speech"

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