Unanswered

The donkey flashes the big wolf a grin, lips pulling back to reveal his flat herbivore teeth. When he talks about Nugget, the lady speaks and her dry chuckle has the small ass snorting a laugh and saying, “Well, maybe not too smart. He does hang out with me.” Long ears flatten as he tosses his head back and laughs, his bray somewhat softer than his previous one of fear. Oscar apologizes for his rude assumptions and the tusked wolf briskly brushes it off which has the donkey relaxing even more, his grins begin to come easier as he tries his best to be charming.

A small hoof kicks a pebble across the dark ground where it strikes another small rock and is sent careening over the edge into the hot pools of lava below. The woman speaks about this place and Oscar nods his head, allowing his light blue gaze to roam over around the cavern. It is breathing-taking, really; the way the stalagmites reach down from the ceiling, some with small trails of lava running sluggishly downward to drip into the wide pools of magma below. The darkness that had hung like a heavy blanket in the winding path that lead here was suddenly pulled back in the face of the light of the magma.

It really is stunning and, if he is being honest, down right terrifying. A single misstep and the ass could pitch himself or his rooster friend into the burning lava. Dancing backward, he offers the wolf his name and a grin which earns him the lady’s name. Pointing his body back toward the tunnel, Oscar’s ears flick as she asks about his herd and the donkey gives a small chuckle as his thick Irish tones fill the air, “Aye. They’re my family and, while we’re a strange lot, we take care of each other. Unfortunately for me, three out of five members of our herd need to be in cold temperatures. So, looks like I’ll be living up in the cold for the rest of my life.”

A small snort is given as the smile tugs at the ass’s lips, his thoughts turning to the herd as he waits to walk with the lady out of this place. Tilting his head, Oscar asks, “What about you, Kaija? Do you have a herd or… wait… wolves have… packs! You have a pack of your own?” The donkey may not be well versed in the lives of wolves but Taiga, the herd’s lioness, has warned them about a pack that has taken up residence in their Northern lands. Maybe this pretty wolf is a member of it?


"Oscar Monaghan"