I taste of iron and water // Visit, kinda??

[METEOR]

Quasar slunk forward. He stood next to Foamkit, a paw placed protectively between the kitten and the intruders. His blue eyes narrowed. The unspoken message rang loud and clear: if the two so much as looked at Foamkit with hunger or malice, Quasar wouldn’t hesitate. The angry teenager’s reflexes and angry looks were more than a bluff.

The apprentice, no stranger to hunting accidents, huffed as his blue eyes flicked from guard dog to master. His molars grinded. “This one talks better than Stryker, but Stryker didn’t attack anyone screaming for their life,” he grumbled to Rhinestonestar. Brutei probably wouldn’t be able to hear the whole phrase, but the wanderer would be able to tell by tone and body language Quasar hated this shit.

Snorting and rolling his eyes, the apprentice appraised the two wanderers. His stance relaxed. Despite his sharp words, his guard let up, since the sparkledoggo doubted even the dumb mutt would continue to attack them with Rhinestone, Vaas, and now Quasar here. Still, the apprentice looked down on Dante—not an easy feat, given the creature’s sizable bulk over the adolescent.

“What makes you so important you need a guard dog? Or are you that much of a wimp?” Quasar barked. His long, fluffy tails moved rhythmically behind him, as though they belonged to a more graceful animal than the angry canine staring at the strangers.

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