Dos watched through curious, molten orange eyes with amazement as the wolf demonstrated what he'd meant. She was kind of impressed he could do all that with his teeth - her jaws were admittedly, not very strong. Her body was slender and all aspects of her built for maneuverability and agility. She lowered her head curiously, careful to keep her whiskers away from the bone spike so she wouldn't be cut up too but she liked having an up-close look. She flinched back a little in surprise when he started tugging on the rabbit's skin, tongue flicking out reflexively across her muzzle at the scent of blood. Big ears perked up in response to the question and she drew her gaze away from the rabbit, "Oh! I'm Dos!" She almost added that she lived not too far away but her mother's steadfast determination in convincing her not to blurt that out the first chance she got each time kicked in. She had to deliberate for a moment - after all, Mr. Gabriel smelled like Verdantis so it was probably safe to tell him but her mom had said not to tell unless she was sure it was okay. Just to be certain that it wasn't a trickster of some sort. "How do you make all that into a pouch?" she asked curiously. She'd always wondered how bags and stuff were made. But this fur didn't look anything like the braided leather cord holding her stormbead around her neck nor did it look like the leather mat her mom had spread around their den's floor to keep them warm when the snow came. --- Speech. |
Flowery Fields
A large meadow grassland surrounded by forests. Rolling hills are covered most of the year in tall grasses and flowers of every color. Large herds of buffalo can be found migrating most of the year.
In Between the Flower Stems