I swear I'm not Doing Anything

*Signy* · 09-02-2014, 06:15 PM

Signy Lasair

Charcoal and black paws alternated as Signy trotted at a steady pace through the eastern lands. She had reached her full height early after a recent growth spurt, though she didn't suspect that she'd stop at such a shrimpy size. Ozy clung to her neck and back with his dextrous marten paws riding the jolting pace easily after long practice. His mint-green eyes watched their surroundings alertly, knowing that the inexperienced pup he traveled was probably blithely ignorant of any possibility of danger, as usual. He scented wolves, a lot of them, and tugged sharply at one black-tipped ear. "Blinkin' mongrels about, m'dear, wotchit fer a pack here'bouts. Gorram'd mutts be protective loik of they's borders."

Signy twitched her ear out of his sharp grip and just grinned. "Don't be such a worrier, Ozy," she said with a concerning degree of mischief in her voice. "I'm not going to go over their silly smelly border so they've got no reason to bother us." Somehow he didn't find himself particularly appeased by her breezy answer as they moved steadily closer to the river that marked the border between the lands surrounding the caverns and the lands belonging to the pack claiming the plains.

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