08-21-2018, 09:31 PM
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Upon her maw a scowl quickly took shape, a faint grumble of annoyance escaping between her teeth. Much smaller than the cheetah, and undersized even for one her age, it had grown easy to move through the jungle, climbing over the roots which pushed through the ground and easily moving through the damp leaf litter, small paws finding spaces amongst fallen twigs and dried leaves. Yet the sound behind her, the strained breath and the constant crackle of leaves and twigs beneath Marcellus' paws, was enough of a racket there seemed no point in attempting to quieten her own steps. Very now and then she stopped as the sound grew dim, casting a glance over her shoulder and watching as he moved closer, doing her best to keep her displeasure with this whole situation from showing. This was her job after all so she had best suck it up or resign.
“Can ya climb?” Aita threw the question out rather nonchalantly, momentum drawing to a halt by the base of the tree she had come to call home. One of the taller it was easy to see the large structure within its branches, easily one of the biggest for it held numerous individuals rather than one or a pair and all the needed materials, linked with the others by boardwalks. Lifting a paw she tapped the wood and rope ladder that rested against the trunk, looking towards Marcellus with a raised brow. If not it would be easy for her to get the honey herself and come back but it would be better to be in the tree house in case there was anything else needed, and carrying glass up and down the ladder was rather dangerous.
Upon her maw a scowl quickly took shape, a faint grumble of annoyance escaping between her teeth. Much smaller than the cheetah, and undersized even for one her age, it had grown easy to move through the jungle, climbing over the roots which pushed through the ground and easily moving through the damp leaf litter, small paws finding spaces amongst fallen twigs and dried leaves. Yet the sound behind her, the strained breath and the constant crackle of leaves and twigs beneath Marcellus' paws, was enough of a racket there seemed no point in attempting to quieten her own steps. Very now and then she stopped as the sound grew dim, casting a glance over her shoulder and watching as he moved closer, doing her best to keep her displeasure with this whole situation from showing. This was her job after all so she had best suck it up or resign.
“Can ya climb?” Aita threw the question out rather nonchalantly, momentum drawing to a halt by the base of the tree she had come to call home. One of the taller it was easy to see the large structure within its branches, easily one of the biggest for it held numerous individuals rather than one or a pair and all the needed materials, linked with the others by boardwalks. Lifting a paw she tapped the wood and rope ladder that rested against the trunk, looking towards Marcellus with a raised brow. If not it would be easy for her to get the honey herself and come back but it would be better to be in the tree house in case there was anything else needed, and carrying glass up and down the ladder was rather dangerous.