whatcha got there
01-23-2022, 05:28 PM
Balsam huffed a small disappointed huff as the pack wolf called to him. He wasn't quite ready to give himself up yet so instead of replying right away he stretched out on the ground and slithered off through the underbrush. The little thief didn't go far. If he got his way he'd position himself somewhere he could catch a glimpse of the guy looking for him. He just wanted a little peek; a little preview of what he was getting himself into. Oh, and yeah, he wanted to see if the other was carrying anything worth running off with. That was key. A little nibble of some kind would be gold, but he'd take anything he could barter for food.
He settled down in a shadowy dip between two gnarled shrubs and was quiet for a beat as he tried to pinpoint the other wolf's location. Unfortunately Balsam found the urge to say something irresistible so while remaining quiet was his best bet, he simply couldn't. "You're supposed to say 'Marco'," he said just loud enough for the other to hear.