Dust Motes

Taiga · 01-24-2022, 06:00 PM

The old world beasts walked in relative silence, Taiga being the one to break it with her softly posed question. Dark ears swiveled as the big deer began to speak. He had been lost as a child. Simple as that. It was a sad thing, but Rannoch didn't look any worse for wear. There were no scars on him that she could see. He was big and strong. Perhaps he was a little timid, but that was an herbivore trait, wasn't it? Well... Oscar and Kyren weren't exactly timid, but most plant eaters that she'd come across had been.

As the question was directed back at her, the charcoal and snow feline released a contemplative hum. "I was chased off," one shoulder rippled with underlying muscle as she shrugged mid step. "I asked too many questions, rebelled too much, didn't listen to orders. The pride's new patriarch didn't like that, so away I went. Ended up here." Again she cast the elk a side eye, a single ruby pool landing on the big ungulate for a moment. "Not that I mind. I needed room to grow anyway." And grow, she did.

The pair neared a fallen tree and Taiga noted how thick the bark looked perfect for sharpening her claws. Padding to it, the striped feline released the pale, curved claws from her soft paws and slid them through the bark. The scraping and cracking sounds filled the air while she repeatedly cut through the tree skin. Cats always had to keep their claws sharp. Dull claws meant a dead cat, she'd been told more than once.

"Speech"

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