Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2020 23:24:51 GMT
The fox drew back sharply and curled his lip in disgust as he found himself presented with the white terrier's backside. The smooth talking pup reminded him a lot of Dixie. Except Dixie at least had some morals.
Up to this point, the young farm-boy had been going with it just not being his day. It was getting late. He would no doubt be overdue from this patrol. He had never encountered either Gilded Wings or Thorns in the wild. (Although, he had been considering himself lucky that of the two, it was the wings that had appeared.) Esther didn't seem like someone to mistrust. Dodger, however, was starting to raise some red flags. Big Momma had long ago warned him about the dangers of associating with canine-folk. He bounced back and forth from one foreleg to the other, whipping his head to the right, and then to the left to look over Dodger's shoulders. At this point, Tod was sure something was up.
The fox scurried around in a half circle. Paws scratching on the dirt road as he spun himself around to face Dodger, his side to the innocent she wolf. His head was held low, in line with his shoulders. His ears pinned back offensively. The red bushy tail fluttered behind him like the sails on a warship. As he stepped between the two, his ears flicked up in the wolfess' direction
Up to this point, the young farm-boy had been going with it just not being his day. It was getting late. He would no doubt be overdue from this patrol. He had never encountered either Gilded Wings or Thorns in the wild. (Although, he had been considering himself lucky that of the two, it was the wings that had appeared.) Esther didn't seem like someone to mistrust. Dodger, however, was starting to raise some red flags. Big Momma had long ago warned him about the dangers of associating with canine-folk. He bounced back and forth from one foreleg to the other, whipping his head to the right, and then to the left to look over Dodger's shoulders. At this point, Tod was sure something was up.
The fox scurried around in a half circle. Paws scratching on the dirt road as he spun himself around to face Dodger, his side to the innocent she wolf. His head was held low, in line with his shoulders. His ears pinned back offensively. The red bushy tail fluttered behind him like the sails on a warship. As he stepped between the two, his ears flicked up in the wolfess' direction
“Okay, okay. You've had your fun,” His voice was calm, but firm in nature towards her. The wolf seeming deserving of kindness. It would make sense that she would not know the use for such a nick-nack. In fact, had he not grown up with one around his name from living with the Widow Tweed, he too would have found it an unfamiliar concept. "It's not a piece of jewelry. That tag, it makes me belong. I used to have one when I was younger. But this one, it's like...well...my ticket into and out of the Suns."
His focused his attention back at the rhythmical dog. Who he was sure was about to pull something. Those eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. His teeth where not bared, however he was only a few steps away. He took a slow, very measured, step forward. "I think it would look much better back around my neck. Where it belongs."