just rub some dirt on it

Atoll · 12-13-2024, 01:01 PM

Atoll could tell that he wasn't quite an adult, but he sure was big enough to be one. Zagan still had the gangly limbs that Atoll had come to associate with wolves who were just about or already yearlings, by the sheer size of the stranger was throwing him for a loop. Not to mention all of his extra extremities... He shifted away slightly when Zagan padded closer, letting out a dignified little huff. Hot damn, this guy was a weirdo! He was used to his siblings crawling all over him, but not a stranger, even if it didn't feel so bad to be overshadowed by someone bigger than him. Atoll had never and would never be a fighter, but this guy had muscles on muscles. It was good to have big, bad friends, wasn't it? Especially if you didn't particularly like fighting your own battles.

"Uhh, my actions are not suspicious, and my name is Atoll," he said, peering up at Zagan. The wound beneath his eye was weeping a clear liquid. "What's yours, anyway?" Turning his attention back to the moss, he examined it from a few different angles and then flipped it on the soft, mossy side down. Losing the glow from the phosphorescence of the top patch darkened the area they stood in even more. "I'm trying to fold it into something bulkier to rest my head on when I get home, since this stings like a mean old bitch," Atoll grumbled, gesturing with a small paw to his aching wound. "I fought a fire worm and won. I guess a lot of other wolves were around too," he added nonchalantly, peeking up at Zagan for his reaction.

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just rub some dirt on it

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