Dust Motes

Taiga · 01-25-2022, 05:24 PM

With claws freshly sharpened, the big lady dropped back to earth, claws sheathed within her paws once more. You couldn't even tell that they were there with as fluffy as her paws were. Taiga continued walking through the redwood trees, looking upwards every now and again. It seemed as though she and Rannoch belonged there among the giants, as big as they both were. All of the creatures around them were dwarfed by their size. She didn't mind it.

The young elk's words met her ears and Taiga gave a slight shrug. "I'll be fine on my own. The creatures of this land are small and easy to kill. I don't need a pride to survive." That didn't mean that she didn't miss companionship or sleeping in a pile of warm bodies. She missed her brothers and sisters. Her aunts. Her mom. Her father had never really been in the picture and she'd caught glimpses of him here and there until he was ousted by the new, younger male that had in turn ousted her.

"You though," she began, "You should stay with your little herd. You three can keep each other safe. There are a lot of things that would try to eat you if you were on your own." Had the trio not found her and given her aid, she very well may have tried to eat the big deer. Taiga's pink nose wrinkled as she remembered the taste of elk and lips pulled back to flash thick canines momentarily. No doubt Rannoch would taste the same, but the thought made her feel ill. It was... strange.

"Especially when I leave," said the cat, swinging her russet gaze over to look at the red deer. "Don't let your guard down. Just because you're big doesn't mean you're safe, okay?" She knew what a pack of wolves or hyenas could do. She knew even more what a pride of lions could do. Numbers meant size even if the predators as individuals were small. Taiga worried for the trio. This was also strange.

"Speech"

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