ROAR, Fear the beast

Walk | Talk | Think

Oh no! The wolf might not have reacted right away, but the squirrel did. Apparently she had not been as quiet as she had hoped. It looked her way and then down at the wolf it sat upon, both of then seeming to hold their breath in wait to see how the slumbering canine would react. He was a bit slow on the uptake - likely a product of his sleep - but the squirrel reacted well before she did. It leaped say from the wolf and bounded for the nearest tree, disappearing up its trunk. Anais had jumped slightly in place at the sudden movement from the squirrel and watched as it ran away, her yellow-gold eyes falling back down to take in the form of the mostly grey mass that was unfurling itself into the shape and semblance of a wolf.

And a disgruntled wolf at that. Squirrel forgotten, Anais gazed at him with wide eyes, half expecting him to say something angrily for the simple fact she had woken him from rest, and considering these were unclaimed lands there was no telling just how necessary that sleep was. Her ears began to tip backwards against her head guiltily, waiting for a reprimand, but all that was uttered was a question, confused and surprised. She had only enough time to blink, to merely begin figuring out how she was going to answer, before he flinched, struck by something on the side of his head. She had seen the hurled object as it hit, though did not realize its true identity until she noticed it as the male wolf did. There it sat, the thrown acorn, looking so inconspicuous and harmless there where it rested on the ground.

It was only another second before she put everything together and realizing what had happened she succumbed to laughter. She tried at first to hold it back, the noises muffled and incoherent, before her attempted seriousness completely crumbled away as a fit of giggles claimed her. The squirrel had actually thrown an acorn at him! And all because he had woken up. But because she had been the one to wake him up she supposed there was still some responsibility for the incident placed upon her shoulders, and with the stare the now conscious wolf was giving her she thought he might have known it too. Feeling guilty and embarrassed by her own behavior, Anais quickly tried to cover the last of her laughter by clearing her throat with a cough and promptly folded her ears back again, only muttering a single quiet, "Sorry," as she was mostly sure the squirrel had answers his first question for him.