wood you rather

*Asmodeus I*

The woman - Corbie, her name was - was clearly enamored by the puppies, and Deus couldn't help but keep his soft smile in reply. There was something about children that brought out the best in others, he'd yet to meet a wolf that was not softened by the presence of a young one, his stoic uncle included. The pups raced to catch the stick, clambering over each other hurriedly until the largest of the two eventually came out the victor. With a prideful strut she carried the branch back to the cart and placed it down like a prize, her tail wagging frantically. Her brother simply huffed in indignance, glaring over at the stranger. Deus caught the stare, and laughed. "Oh no, you've offended him." Deus mused. "Don't worry buddy, you're not little at all."

Continuing with his collection, Deus tore down a third and final slender branch. Collecting the other from the base of the tree, he moved to place both of them into the cart with the heavily chewed one that had been the puppy's toy. "I live south of here, a pack called Aerie." He replied conversationally, examining the branches with his paws. A snare had not been something he'd crafted in years, not since Aureus had first taught him the practice. How did it go again? First he'd need to strip the branches of bark, he thought, and so he got to work working his teeth down the branch and spitting the leavings out over the cart's side. "On the grasslands a few lands over?" Deus spoke up again after a moment, brow furrowed in thought. "Did you come from Fireside? A shame they disbanded."

"Speech"

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wood you rather

Asmodeus I