mew
04-11-2015, 05:11 PM
Ivory fangs flashed in a grin as the tiger peered down at the little cat. What a brave beast, why he moved and spoke as if he were the fiercest thing on four legs. The tiger found it quite endearing. Skælingr chuckled and shook his head in reply. "No, my fine fellow. I do not enjoy squirrels and I fear they are beyond my skill. I seek larger prey." Hunting squirrels would be the product of boredom as they could never sustain one such as he… but it might be amusing to try. "I am Skælingr… what is it you call yourself? I don't suppose you have seen deer as you've been scouting. I have caught their scent and it seems to be a reasonable feeding ground though I am still sated by my previous meal I like to keep an eye on local herds." |
Current time: 11-04-2024, 05:45 PM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
