06-20-2024, 11:44 AM
At the obsidian stepping stones, an unfamiliar canine scrabbled from one to the next, complaining of hot feet and smelling like the ocean the whole way. Only a few stones behind was a familiar maned lioness though, looking almost bored as it had to slow its usual approach to stay behind the dog and make sure he didn’t fall off into the water. Or if he did, she would notice and be able to haul his ass back up onto land before his lungs breathed in too much water. He wouldn’t be much help dead, not for the reason she was even bringing him here in the first place.
The only thing Knox hoped for was this to be worth the trouble of leaving the island and the matters she had to tend to. Sure, she had a few things from her trip as well, mostly just colored ribbons she intended on using for her flock--the Departeds' flock--but that didn't mean she enjoyed leaving when there was still so much to do. Her only justification was that this punk would help their progress.
It honestly hadn’t taken a lot of convincing once she actually found him, it was the finding him that was time-consuming and bothersome. Crossing these stones was proving to be even more of just that, the wolfdog nearly slipping every other step and obviously clinging on for dear life multiple times throughout. If his elemental abilities weren’t so important to her, she would’ve skipped right past him and forgotten ever trying to get someone else’s help from outside the island again.
Eventually, painstakingly, they made it to the Big Island and Knox quickly swung past the wolfdog, whose bright blue eyes just stared after her as he tried desperately to catch his breath and spit up water. ”If you did not whine so much, you would not have swallowed so much water.”
That just put a goofy grin on Tommy’s face even through the struggle, his eyes wide with excitement, not fear. ”That…was….sick. You can just….do that….without running….out….of breath?”
Knox looked back at him, just slightly more deadpan, but didn’t give him any sort of actual response. He seemed to just enjoy hearing his own voice at times, never bothering to actually press for a conversation. She had let him wear himself out while keeping to her own thoughts most of the way to the stones. He was quite the yappy youngster. ”Rest here a moment.”
The maned lioness turned back toward the destroyed lands, feeling…optimistic? Possibly optimistic, she wouldn’t give any credit until she saw this pay off. With that, she walked away to fetch Meteor, or Vale if she really had to. With what she knew of the young dog so far, he would listen, at least to her, and not make it a terrible decision for her to leave him where he was.
The only thing Knox hoped for was this to be worth the trouble of leaving the island and the matters she had to tend to. Sure, she had a few things from her trip as well, mostly just colored ribbons she intended on using for her flock--the Departeds' flock--but that didn't mean she enjoyed leaving when there was still so much to do. Her only justification was that this punk would help their progress.
It honestly hadn’t taken a lot of convincing once she actually found him, it was the finding him that was time-consuming and bothersome. Crossing these stones was proving to be even more of just that, the wolfdog nearly slipping every other step and obviously clinging on for dear life multiple times throughout. If his elemental abilities weren’t so important to her, she would’ve skipped right past him and forgotten ever trying to get someone else’s help from outside the island again.
Eventually, painstakingly, they made it to the Big Island and Knox quickly swung past the wolfdog, whose bright blue eyes just stared after her as he tried desperately to catch his breath and spit up water. ”If you did not whine so much, you would not have swallowed so much water.”
That just put a goofy grin on Tommy’s face even through the struggle, his eyes wide with excitement, not fear. ”That…was….sick. You can just….do that….without running….out….of breath?”
Knox looked back at him, just slightly more deadpan, but didn’t give him any sort of actual response. He seemed to just enjoy hearing his own voice at times, never bothering to actually press for a conversation. She had let him wear himself out while keeping to her own thoughts most of the way to the stones. He was quite the yappy youngster. ”Rest here a moment.”
The maned lioness turned back toward the destroyed lands, feeling…optimistic? Possibly optimistic, she wouldn’t give any credit until she saw this pay off. With that, she walked away to fetch Meteor, or Vale if she really had to. With what she knew of the young dog so far, he would listen, at least to her, and not make it a terrible decision for her to leave him where he was.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* I HATE THE BEACH BUT HERE I STAND IN
CALIFORNIA WITH MY TOES IN THE SAND *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
CALIFORNIA WITH MY TOES IN THE SAND *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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