07-19-2018, 11:13 AM
[size=9pt]Huh. A crowd. They'd gathered fast, hadn't they? Maybe these were the vulchers. The first guy, big dog guy, watched Moon with mediocre interest at best, but the shecat seemed thirsty for something, that's for sure. He eyes her as he picks himself up on lanky paws, gathering to his full height above the rest. "I'm good, I'm good," he rasps, leaning heavily on his good limb. "I can sort myself out if you get me some... Herbs and shit. Bandages, maybe, but you guys seem pretty off the grid-- you don't have that sort of stuff, do you?"
He listens to the back and forward between the wolf and the other shecat, and frowns gently. "Hey," says the lion, feigning offense. His words slur very slightly. "Gangrene's great company." There's a grin on his maw, lazy, but it dims when a tail drags across his shoulder and he looks, slightly suspicious at Margeary. "I'm all good, but maybe you could grab yourself a snack, huh? I know I look juicy but I'm about as dehydrated as a raisin right now, sweetheart."
It only after he speaks that he realizes there's a chance he's digging his own grave, so he takes his metaphorical shovel and snaps it between his jaws. Time to fix the attitude. "I was actually interested in, uh, joining you guys." There's a sheepishness to his voice, merely an undertone, but present all the same. "I don't care about your whole-- introduction tradition or whatever, I'll do it, I just need in. I can't hunt for shit and I can feel my mane falling out by the roots. I don't wanna be one of those guys who balds as a teenager."
He listens to the back and forward between the wolf and the other shecat, and frowns gently. "Hey," says the lion, feigning offense. His words slur very slightly. "Gangrene's great company." There's a grin on his maw, lazy, but it dims when a tail drags across his shoulder and he looks, slightly suspicious at Margeary. "I'm all good, but maybe you could grab yourself a snack, huh? I know I look juicy but I'm about as dehydrated as a raisin right now, sweetheart."
It only after he speaks that he realizes there's a chance he's digging his own grave, so he takes his metaphorical shovel and snaps it between his jaws. Time to fix the attitude. "I was actually interested in, uh, joining you guys." There's a sheepishness to his voice, merely an undertone, but present all the same. "I don't care about your whole-- introduction tradition or whatever, I'll do it, I just need in. I can't hunt for shit and I can feel my mane falling out by the roots. I don't wanna be one of those guys who balds as a teenager."
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