03-27-2022, 09:28 PM
Unsurprisingly, Blackjack had been out and about for a while on his newest bounty and had only recently returned back to camp, the dangling corpse of a rabbit held tightly in his jaws. It would serve as his next meal, given to him as his payment for a job well done — not an assassination this time but rather a basic task to complete that some poor, lazy soul couldn't bother doing themselves. Their request was merely to snoop in on some conversation and report back to them, because why bother dealing with your own personal issues yourself, right? That was what Blackjack Venturo was here for — to deal with the problems you couldn't, although he had to admit that after a year or so of getting his paws really dirty, these little inquiries were more bothersome than helpful. But, in the end, he couldn't complain about free food, could he? Exactly.
The horned jaguar had made his way back to his treehouse in the far corners of the sparse jungle, and his metaphorical brow raised at the presence of a familiar-looking wolf beside the entrance of his home. Yes, the very wolf that had first greeted him (or, at least, attempted to) when he had appeared at the Pitt's borders not that long ago. Was she looking for him. "Bonnie?" he called out with a mouth full of dead rabbit, realizing this fact a little too late and dropping his meal down. It was Bonnie, right? The name sounded correct to him. Upon his back now stood the raven Oscuro, who had flown around him on his journey back to camp and was now eyeing the wolf curiously.
"You need anything?" Blackjack asked her, his jaws empty so that his voice could project clearer to her. Had something gone wrong, or was she part of some welcome party that he had completely missed? In either case, he certainly wasn't expecting company today. Not that he ever was, anyway.
The horned jaguar had made his way back to his treehouse in the far corners of the sparse jungle, and his metaphorical brow raised at the presence of a familiar-looking wolf beside the entrance of his home. Yes, the very wolf that had first greeted him (or, at least, attempted to) when he had appeared at the Pitt's borders not that long ago. Was she looking for him. "Bonnie?" he called out with a mouth full of dead rabbit, realizing this fact a little too late and dropping his meal down. It was Bonnie, right? The name sounded correct to him. Upon his back now stood the raven Oscuro, who had flown around him on his journey back to camp and was now eyeing the wolf curiously.
"You need anything?" Blackjack asked her, his jaws empty so that his voice could project clearer to her. Had something gone wrong, or was she part of some welcome party that he had completely missed? In either case, he certainly wasn't expecting company today. Not that he ever was, anyway.
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