07-16-2019, 06:15 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px;"]Moth, at this point in time, was too far away from Beck and Crow to determine the smell of the thing that the ghost boy carried in his maw, though upon seeing something that looked different than the childish female was used to, she couldn't help but let a flash of excitement wash through her, suddenly stopping her hunt for various things around the camp to lurch forward on her journey to the two that were now there on the edges of the town square. She would let her pace quicken slightly until a stench hit her nose, and, just as quickly as she had forgotten her task that she was in the middle of before, she regret coming over to investigate.
Deciding to keep the questions of 'what is that it looks weird' the female would cast a glance at the charred and decomposed head hanging from Beck's jaws, fear washing over her at the site. Why was he carrying this? Why wasn't he worried about it? Did he do it? Swallowing the thoughts down - he was a group mate, he wouldn't do that kind of thing, right? - she took a small step back to try and get the stench out of her nostrils, before looking over to Crow, watching as he tried to talk to Beck, see what was going on, the confirmation that it was a head reaching her ears.
Frustrated tears began to form in the corners of the fox's eyes as she tried to figure out what to do, to no avail, and Moth would look behind her for a moment to see if anyone else was coming, and upon determining no one was coming right away decided to finally talk, aimed towards Crow. "W-what do you want me to do?" She didn't know if anyone knew medicine to see if that would get Beck out of his trance, or if there was something that Crow knew to do in order to get the child to speak, but she sure as hell didn't know.
Deciding to keep the questions of 'what is that it looks weird' the female would cast a glance at the charred and decomposed head hanging from Beck's jaws, fear washing over her at the site. Why was he carrying this? Why wasn't he worried about it? Did he do it? Swallowing the thoughts down - he was a group mate, he wouldn't do that kind of thing, right? - she took a small step back to try and get the stench out of her nostrils, before looking over to Crow, watching as he tried to talk to Beck, see what was going on, the confirmation that it was a head reaching her ears.
Frustrated tears began to form in the corners of the fox's eyes as she tried to figure out what to do, to no avail, and Moth would look behind her for a moment to see if anyone else was coming, and upon determining no one was coming right away decided to finally talk, aimed towards Crow. "W-what do you want me to do?" She didn't know if anyone knew medicine to see if that would get Beck out of his trance, or if there was something that Crow knew to do in order to get the child to speak, but she sure as hell didn't know.