THESE DAYS, MAINLY LOSING YOU
Keter's ears twitch at the sound of another's voice, and they find themself fairly close to a ti-tigon. She seemed young, but paparebtly knew her way around traps, as Keter soon found themself falling, net and all. They didn't hit the ground hard, thankfully, and they would soon recover any bruised pride. They nosed their way out of the vines, only to discover that another cat had arrived, spindly and a little ways away. Keter had only just removed themself from the damned thing before another fucking cat appeared, and at this point, they were a bit overwhelmed with the questions.
They didn't let this show, however, and found it interesting how quickly so many had come at the sign of someone setting off a trap. Were these a means of hunting? Were they expecting someone?
"Thank you for that."
The wolfdog straightened themself up before finally answering, "I'm Keter. I'm... not from here. Anywhere near here. I'm not part of any neighbouring... groups or... anything, really, if that's a concern. I'm just... Here now." They didn't know whose eyes to meet, so they looked to the largest of the group, the newly arrived winged lion.
"I found myself here with this-- thing. On my neck. It makes noise. But only when I started heading over here." They turned, to show the large box on their collar. Keter could feel embarrassment rising to their cheeks. This all sounded so stupid and contrived.. They worried that the others would think that they were lying. And in all reality....Keter was outnumbered, and was probably the only thing in this swamp that didn't taste like wet mud.
"When I realized the noise would sometimes be a little more... uniform, when I walked this way, I figured... I might as well see why."
The box was not emitting any noise currently. Keter knew exactly how crazy they sounded.
"I'm sorry for intruding. And setting off one of your traps. I was trying to be careful." Keter figured, if they were going to be here anyways, maybe... they could make a home here. "I don't know... anything about this land. Are you three the only ones here? You came really quick."
They didn't let this show, however, and found it interesting how quickly so many had come at the sign of someone setting off a trap. Were these a means of hunting? Were they expecting someone?
"Thank you for that."
The wolfdog straightened themself up before finally answering, "I'm Keter. I'm... not from here. Anywhere near here. I'm not part of any neighbouring... groups or... anything, really, if that's a concern. I'm just... Here now." They didn't know whose eyes to meet, so they looked to the largest of the group, the newly arrived winged lion.
"I found myself here with this-- thing. On my neck. It makes noise. But only when I started heading over here." They turned, to show the large box on their collar. Keter could feel embarrassment rising to their cheeks. This all sounded so stupid and contrived.. They worried that the others would think that they were lying. And in all reality....Keter was outnumbered, and was probably the only thing in this swamp that didn't taste like wet mud.
"When I realized the noise would sometimes be a little more... uniform, when I walked this way, I figured... I might as well see why."
The box was not emitting any noise currently. Keter knew exactly how crazy they sounded.
"I'm sorry for intruding. And setting off one of your traps. I was trying to be careful." Keter figured, if they were going to be here anyways, maybe... they could make a home here. "I don't know... anything about this land. Are you three the only ones here? You came really quick."
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