Scream 'til there's silence The horizon was casting a picture of fire and shadow as the bear man moved. His heavy body leading the way for the tinier red woman, but there was silence and had been for the last while. She'd come back yeah, but she had snuck off and he hadn't known where she had gone. his ears were pinned at the thought of her leaving and returning without telling him. Not that she was his prisoner, but if she wanted him to keep her safe, she needed to fucking listen. He hadn't even said anything when she returned, no instead he had given her a disappointed look and moved on with his day. Anger still simmered beneath the surface but he wasn't about to start the conversation. It wasn't his way, nor his place. Hell why did he even care? He really shouldn't. Nonblind eye cast to the red woman behind him and a brow lifted. They had come pretty far and the soldier was skeptical about these lands. The place looked barren and the bits of metals sticking up had him treading too carefully for his liking. Not to mention the hunks of massive junk. Speaking of he was sure..... Shit.... "Don't even think about it Bishop....." his vocals low and warning her that he wasn't keen on her jumping into one. He was never keen on it though. Walk, "Talk", Think Scream while there's life left

Keep your friends close, Long shadows and red tinted light lit the landscape up in wonderful colors, the world in a view like looking through a piece of rose tinted glass. It was especially lovely as they entered what could only be described as…utopia. Huge hunks of metal stuck up from the ground, behemoth ruins that had been long since abandoned by who knows what. And it had all of her attention very quickly, eyes wide and frame shaking slightly with the need to explore as she stared at one of the dilapidated pieces of junk. But she had been being given the cold shoulder after her last exploration despite having come home in one piece and carting a chunk of…whatever that thing had been…with her. Keen to show it off to the hulking man but had only received a disappointed look. Which is what had put her in her current situation, sulking along behind the other and having to curb her curiosity as they passed each neat, new item. Like the structures and smaller metal pieces in the last place they had passed through. Perfect exploratory chances. But the soldier had said something or another about ‘packs’ and ‘boundaries’ and something else about ‘trespassing’. Bah! The world didn't belong to any one family group, it was a space for everything to exist and no one should have claim to it just cause they lived nearby. What malarkey. "Don't even think about it Bishop....." The voice was a rumble she could almost feel in her bones when Zosime spoke, quick to catch her attention and pull her from her thoughts as she stared after the lumbering grey and white giant. "I haven't even done anything yet! I'm still here, tripping in your footsteps, ‘leaving stuff alone’." She griped, doing her best to mimic the voice Zosime used when trying to scold her or stop her from looking at things. Picking up her pace, she sidled up alongside the other before carefully weaving back and forth between his front legs. If she couldn't go look at the massive metal beasts, then she'd entertain herself by avoiding being kicked instead. Walk, "Talk", "Others Talking", Think but your enemies closer

Scream 'til there's silence The smaller red female's sulking had never gone unnoticed, but he wasn't budging on his stance. If she wanted to go off without him, let her but it was a bed she needed to learn to lay in. He couldn't consistently go running willy nilly to keep her safe and she needed to understand his view points but he wasn't on to chastise either. His vocals would be raw too often if he did. At least she had come back though. If she hadn't he didn't know why he would be on this long ass trek to the north. The "mocking" of his voice fell on deaf ears, or rather, a man who didn't understand he was being mocked in a negative way. A eyebrow lifted to her tone she had taken though only for him to shrug and move on. At least she wasn't thinking about diving into one of those hunks of scrap. No one knew when one would collapse and he was not going to dig her out immediately if she did and one collapsed on her. How was she going to learn a lesson if he immediately got her out of sticky situations? He almost fell forward on his face as a familiar form decided to weave in between his legs. A snarl lifting from him in annoyance at it, but no bites or other for of acknowledgment of the action given. Unless you counted the sudden movement of a heafty left forepaw, aiming not only to grasp her but to scoop her up from her chest, and dexterous paw aiming to lift her to his chest and support her hind end with his elbow. She'd be encased in the thick fluff of his chest if he had his way. Though his initial grab for her wouldn't be gentle his hold would become more so once she settled. Damn woman. If she wanted to be held like a baby he only needed to be asked. "If you wanted to be under me, you should of asked, not tried to trip me...." Innuendo likely to go over Bishop's head but he would just play it off if she didn't get it. Walk, "Talk", Think Scream while there's life left

Keep your friends close, It was always a game to her and one she was well versed in with the large, bear-like paws of the other. Dodge, step and step, weave back through, two steps out of range, repeat. Sliding back and forth like a red ferret slinking through undergrowth. A game in every sense of the word but one that she used to hone her agility, it made for a good test on how speedy her own footwork was. It also helped her pay less attention to the things she could find in the world around them and more attention on the actual path they needed to be walking. Towards the northern pack they had been told about. The sunset glinted sharply off one of the metal behemoths in the distance, a shape raised entirely skyward like a muzzle poised to sing. Something that looked almost climbable, and she wouldn't be going inside the tank. Therefore it was safe. Couldn't risk the ire of Zosime if she was still listening. Though she was sure that he had meant don't mess with it at all, he hadn't said it outright. So it didn't count. Seizing her chance, she moved to go take off up ahead of her guardian when she suddenly had a pressure on her chest and her legs were no longer touching the ground. Flailing wildly, Bishop squalled before pulling her legs in some and letting herself be cupped towards the pale chest. A red and black bundle in a sea of fluffy white coat. Mmmm, this was fine for now. Glacier blue eyes stared at the muzzle of the tank in the distance without looking anywhere else. Soon, soon I'll see how fast I can climb you. Just gotta wait till im put down again. She mused internally, although this was a comfortable place to be. She hadn't been aware of how cold the world around them was till she no longer had to rely on just her own body heat. "If you wanted to be under me, you should of asked, not tried to trip me...." Being this close to the stone and snow colored man made her own chest feel like it was vibrating. Honestly she could fall asleep like this if it wasn't for the tanks she wanted to go look at. "While that sounds fun, and might be a good way to pass the time, you should put me down for a moment. I gotta go look at something over there." She chimed, not wiggling or fighting to be put down. She was well aware that that wouldnt work at all, so she was simply carried. Walk, "Talk", "Others Talking", Think but your enemies closer

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Scream 'til there's silence She was weightless to the massive brute. So small against a behemoth... was she shrinking though? He old of swore she felt bigger last time he had her pressed against him. Maybe he just had a bad memory. She settled easily enough though and Zo kept moving, limping motion now due to having a leg occupied but he was more than capable of keeping her there and continuing. An ear flicked at her response to him, and his paws stopped. Seafood eye moving to ice blues. Her words having him stop and search for an answer there. Did she really think he wouldn't have her beneath him if he wished it? Did she want to skirt that dangerous line of pleasure..... surely not. Unless. Thought shaken away after a moment. They had a mission to return to. Getting her to a place she could call home. Grip on her possessively tightening, and his eye and face deadpanning at her need to explore. His eye cast to the tank she had been looking at a moment before. A huff of a laugh before his answer was given flatly. "No..." she'd have to try to be smarter than him to get to the tank. Eye caught on a glint of silver in the sunset and a smirk came to his lips. Perfect and it was small enough she could hold it. A lean to his haunches and he was holding her and the new shiny object. A look back at bishop and he put the small cylindrical object in front of her nose. She liked baubles and bits. Would be a good distraction. The item was small but he offered it up anyway. She needed something aside from climbing into those tanks to think about. And he definitely needed to work on finding a place to sleep for the night. Not that he was gonna let her sleep somewhere she could run off from. Walk, "Talk", Think Scream while there's life left

She flopped almost, in the only way she could, to stare towards the ground calmly as the limping steps started up again. It was due to her being held, that much was clear, and it was something that could be used to her advantage to maybe be put down. Bishop gave a thoughtful hum as she danged her front legs towards the ground, stretching her paws as she tumbled words and ideas around in her head. This would either work or it wouldnt, it was all depending on how Zosime choose to respond to the information of course.

"You would be able to walk faster if you put me down. It's not like i was going anywhere, just practicing my agility." She supplied, taking up swinging her front legs out of boredom and watching the sparse patches of grass and mud pass by with each lumbering step her guard, and jailer, took. "Faster to find somewhere to sleep for the night, i'm tired, so its not like i'm gonna go anywhere. I'll even stay right where you can see me while you look!" Trap set, now to see if it worked.

Bishop knew looking towards the thing she planned on climbing would foil it, it would give her idea away because Zosime was far from stinsteado instead she took to counting rocks, hoping they were still going in the direction closer to the tank muzzle. It was the sudden leaning back that had her perking up, and she was happy she did. A bright, glittering object caught her attention from between Zo's claws and she snatched it right up to turn it over and over again. She looked for any engravings or words on it curiously, mind working to figure out what it was and the merchant knowledge from her parents doing its best to figure out if the piece had any worth.

"speech"

"others speech"

thoughts

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Scream 'til there's silence He sighed as she tried to convince him to put her down again. She was clever but Zo wasn't stupid either. She had good logic but he wasn't about to let her try to logic her way out of his hold yet. Besides he liked having her pressed to his chest. She couldn't get into trouble or danger this way. While he may of wanted to find somewhere to sleep for the night he wasn't about to just put her down so she could run off and do Zues only knew what and endanger her life. No, she was his to protect from any and everyone. He didn't care who it was, he wouldn't let any lay a paw on her or take her from him. "No...." His eyes distanced as he stood and started hobbling again. He could only imagine if his commanders had seen him with Bishop they would deem her weak and order her culled so she would never bear him heirs. He'd have their throats for thinking such things. He may not be the type to love, but somehow Bishop had enraptured the beast. He could remember every throat he had crushed, every woman snuffed that hadn't been "good" enough. The damn way his nation had viewed him as little more than a soldier and breeding stock for the next generation of soldiers. His grip tightened on Bishop at the thoughts and memories. Head turning and eye cast over his shoulder, watching for wolves that wouldn't appear before he shook his head and brought himself from his own reverie. "Tell me about the item I gave you? I'd like to hear you talk my ear off...." He would of chuckled at the fact that she was one of the few she wanted to hear tell him about her bits and baubles even if he never understood. He adjusted his hold on her and stopped to attempt to adjust her so she would be able to ride upon his back and neck instead of carrying her. It was his compromise in a way. Walk, "Talk", Think Scream while there's life left