“What are you doing?”
An eyebrow raises with his words, as Corentin peers down his muzzle at the smaller canid crouched akin to a ruffled feline. His pace freezes a reasonable distance outside of the stranger’s space.
His own muscles tense in preparation — tufted ears swerving atop his horned crown in search of this… presumed threat that the small one seems ready to fight.
Honey badger Wolverine style?
Corentin certainly wants no beef with them if they’ve got a nasty bite.
An eyebrow raises with his words, as Corentin peers down his muzzle at the smaller canid crouched akin to a ruffled feline. His pace freezes a reasonable distance outside of the stranger’s space.
His own muscles tense in preparation — tufted ears swerving atop his horned crown in search of this… presumed threat that the small one seems ready to fight.
Corentin certainly wants no beef with them if they’ve got a nasty bite.
table code by sen / artwork by pimsri