double dog dare you

A showman in all things, Davey trots a tidy circle around the spire as he watches her take to the ground. They're digging! Digging amongst the spires, trying to find the roots. Dirt and dust kicking up in all directions, the smell of rotten eggs growing more oppressive, ever present within the strange environment. He doesn't know what it means, and remains entirely unperturbed by it. Okay, so there's a nasty chicken coop somewhere, so what?

Taking to dig in the same hole, widening it from the other side, Davey kicks up more dirt than he probably should. There's a simple joy in digging down... that's what dogs do, and he's certainly at least dog-adjacent. A couple of dogs doing dog things, hell yeah.

It's in ripping into the ground that a rock also slices his paw, Davey drawing back with a yelp. It's more surprise than pain, though blood is quick to well up on the surface. "Sonoffabitch," grumbling, growling, as he puts the bleeding paw pad in his mouth.

"Davey"