wood you rather
07-01-2022, 02:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2022, 02:32 AM by Asmodeus I. Edited 1 time in total.)
The stranger was amicable and Deus stepped closer as she continued to break branches off the tree, reaching his own paws up to bend at one of the branches. It was thin and slender, unsuitable for any sort of structural support and he frowned as it bent easily against his weight. This would not work for his intended plans at restructuring his den. His thoughts were broken by her soft womanly gushing, and Deus couldn't help but grin as he turned to see what it was she was referring to. The puppies were stirring from their sleep, clambering over each other to exit the cart and giving sleepy stretches as they observed their new surrounding. "Yes, a gift from my uncle. Lately they've been my entire world, silly things." Snapping the slender branch off from the tree, he tossed it past the dogs. "Fetch." He mused, a grin on his maw as the puppies raced for the branch. He thought back to the predicament at hand, testing the strength of the next branch with his paw and finding it was as bendable as the last. More suited to a snare then to anything concrete and structural. It was not why he'd come here, but perhaps he could make the most of it regardless. He still needed enough slender twigs to fashion into his network of traps, and surely any young hunter would rather come home with a cartful of traps then simple aesthetic embellishments. Seeking out the most flexible and lengthly branch, he continued on. "My name is Asmodeus, do you live around here?" |