Get Down with the Sickness
01-26-2014, 09:21 PM
Baldur rolled his eyes and then Akemi turned on him with a snarl, yelling and screaming at him. He just didn't get it. What was it with dames going nuts over wolves like Hati and Loki? The way Weth and Akemi clung to their respective males was disgusting. It was a wonder either could manage to stand on her own. And what the hel? He just suggested that maybe they ought to help Hati and here Akemi was chewing him out? Hackles raised and fur on end Baldur took two steps forward, brow furrowed and fangs bared as his words spat out in snarls. "FINE! Go ahead, let's see you drag Hati's fat ass to safety. I only suggested it because I knew you were too stubborn to go anywhere without him. So fine, cling to him and die out here for all I care." He wasn't waiting for any of them. Turning briskly on his heels he marched off toward the abandoned mine entrances, missing Hati's reprimand and request for help altogether. He was simply done. However, he paused as he passed Thor, flinching at the slight scent of urine on his older brother's coat? his fault, again. He was honestly surprised Thor hadn't pummeled him into pumice for the transgression. Though maybe that was coming later."I'm sorry? for earlier" he muttered as he quickly brushed by. Seeing Hati and the whole group together again at once was just too much for him. He needed time to breathe and think. Everyone's emotions were so keyed up it was stifling. The pale brute set to finding a suitable entrance into the mines and out of the retched ash fall. When he found one that seemed suitably sturdy he slipped in the dank darkness. It made him nervous, these unnatural tunnels with wooden blanks at odd ends but what other choice did they have? Up here in the barren tundra of the north there were few shelterbelts to take cover under and the permafrost was still do solid to dig a decent dent. Baldur stared up at the ceiling, eyeing the wooden planks that formed the roof. As he took another step his paw met nothing but air. Biting back a yelp, tail rapidly twirling he managed to pull himself back from the edge. Dam? he'd only gone in about 15 feet back. Nose to the ground he started sniffing around. It stank here. He didn't like this at all. It felt more like a coffin than a potential shelter and he was half inclined to march right back out and find somewhere else suitable but the family was out there and his mood was still sour. Baldur coughed lightly and winced at the taste of ash. Nasty? Curling up against the wall he set to trying to clean his fur but quickly gave up. He was bound to get it dirty again when he left so what was the point? |