horn in my side

Cas returns their nod, and a mirthful smile twitches along their mouth as Spider shoots forward, a low growl renting the air from between bared teeth. the thrill of it heats their blood, sings through their veins like a childhood melody. the pronghorn shrieks in panic, startling into a run so abruptly it kicks up a spray of soil in its wake. Spider keeps up a brisk pace, snapping occasionally at its flank to keep it moving, and only pulls up when they’ve chased the pronghorn directly into Cas’ path. Spider pants, a full grin stretching over their face as they stand back and watch their packmate. they’ll intervene if anything goes wrong, of course, but in Cas they have perfect faith.

"Speech"