Shoot fire and a biscuit [PO]
04-12-2015, 08:14 PM
He could sense her uncertainty about keeping the little thing. He could understand how it might seem an unusual concept, particularly since a duck was not exactly the coolest of creatures to claim as your own. A grackle wasn't much better in his book, but she was amusing at times and was one hell of a lookout. A half-smile graced his lips when she looked up at him, but it was nothing more than the one he wore on a regular basis (when he was in a good mood). He was just happy to hear more than a few words come out of her mouth, and though he still didn't expect much - it was nice to hear her talk. Her query fell upon Bryn, and he glanced to the skies. Of all the days for the bird to not be following his every move... “She's a small black bird, a little smaller than a crow. She's kind of.. my lookout I guess. She flies above me and sometimes ahead of me to let me know where prey animals or wolves are.” He glanced up again, as if expecting to see her above him now that he'd talked about her. “She'll probably find me soon enough,” he tagged on, probably more to himself than to the girl. Bryn was much more of a nuisance than Atlas had once been, but Kyarst and the penguin had separated ways a long time ago and there was no way the black wolf would ever ask Atlas to face the heat of the south for him. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.