Traveling Wanderer
It was almost amusing when the woman had given him that look, one he had seen been given to children from their mothers back in his birthplace. It was that long, steady stare they would give from across the way, letting their child know she was watching and if they tried continuing in doing something they shouldn't then they would get a good punishment once they got back home. So when he explained what had happened and why he didn't need the bark and the look faded, he smirked playfully because even if he didn't explain the look wouldn't work. The look hadn't worked on him since the early days of puphood.
After his explanation of his pain, the woman thought it was funny to tease him. She asked if he fell from trees often, or if this was his first attempt at joining the birds. His eyes narrowed, face smoothing with a sly smile, that “why you little” look forming at that mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Or perhaps I was trying to catch the attention of a beautiful woman nearby with my amazing falling skills, hm?" He shot back at her with a grin, followed by a wink. Why not have a little fun? Deivad wasn't one to get hurt easily by a joke, more so one to continue on to leave on a light note.
With that he finally decided he should pick himself up, groaning softly as he heaved his body up onto all four limbs, taking a small step forward and shaking himself lightly. He wasn't trying to cover the woman in leaves and dirt, but shaking enough to get them off. |