Whose Dog Is This

Would Estie be Estie if she wasn’t lurking about, looking for something to grasp her interest in these trying times? Obviously, recently, that meant sniffing out the trail of her father’s ward. They had been running into each other quite often as of recent – definitely not because Barghest kept tracking her down – But upon finding the small girl? Comedy. Pure comedy.

The mottled girl padded softly up to observe Nimue's actions from a distance, humor for the scene and pity for the whining dog fills her. Perched atop a boulder, Nimue uses those feisty claws to swipe at the dog below, growling with irritation at it. Poor thing. But it was damn funny to see her like this. A proper cat up a tree, hissing at a dog below.

Despite the dog's attempts to engage her, Nimue remains stubborn, rebuffing his advances with aggression. The canine, loyal and eager for her attention, persists in his efforts to connect with her, wagging his tail in hopeful anticipation. Ah, a well trained dog, just as her father always maintained. Barghest shook the cynical thoughts that came with that musing away, her paws leading her out into the open with a huff of air. “Nimue,” She begins, her contradictory figure approaching with a sway in her hips. “You know if you don’t like him around, give him an order, a goose chase – they like purpose. They really are very devoted. I have two. Haven’t you heard of a dog’s unconditional love?” She smirks, brows moving up and down as she makes her suggestion.


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