HUSH BABY ― DOUBLE JOINING

[Rosemont.]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: timesnewroman;"]— It was true that the territory was rather boggy, and it didn't at all make him feel at home. Open spaces were what he preferred, but it was a decision he and Aristotle had made together, so he would stick through it. For him, it was difficult to wade through the mud, as when it got between his mechanical toes, it messed with the circuitry there, rendering it a bit arduous to move. Still, Rosemont pushed on, walking alongside his companion with a bit of a skip to his step. He was glad to be with him, even if it meant leaving their home behind.

He figured now wouldn't be the best time to smoke, as they were entering unknown territory riddled with trees. Rosemont didn't want to accidentally start a fire as he once had, and therefore, his lips felt bare. He lapped at them with his tongue as the duo drew to a halt near the scent line and thick brambles, clearly defining a border. Aristotle's voice caused him to look down at the smaller male, a crooked grin rising to his lips. "Nah. I think we should wait 'ere," Rosemont told him with a shrug of his shoulders, giving a flick of his mechanical paw soon after to rid it of the mud. "People'll be along, I think," the lanky wolf then continued, lifting his head so that he could peer out beyond the bramble, amber optics bright against his dark fur.