Buried surprises.

[Bangle Guffawri]

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337 words. Backdated to the 11th. Sorry for the shortness, love!

The air in the house was filled with a series of 'SHHH'-ing, as the coywolf tried to silence the bleating female goat. Today was the day the craftsman would show it to Skye, as a surprise gift for her. There was a series of strange looks that graced her fire-laced face the past few days, when Bangle acted strange in order to cover up the random sounds and things that the goat produced. The young female creature was stashed in the back room of Bangle's shack, but it couldn't be hidden for much longer. The salesman was already quite a shady character, but the female who had come to be his other half couldn't be phased by this. Though it had only been a few days, already the female was changing the traveler who drifted like the currents of the wind.

Tying a halter to the goat, whom he had yet to name, the goat quieted some. There was already evidence of the creature being someone's pet, for there were small beads in the short, chocolate mane of the animal. Placing a finger over his lips again, indicating the creature should be quiet, Bangle opened the door to the outside. The morning was quiet, and somewhat cloudy, as the pair stepped out of their house in Thornbury. The creature made several clip clop sounds as it hopped off its captor's porch, following on the loose rope that the coywolf held.

Slowly, he rounded the bend and headed towards Skye's house, though no signs of movement were evident. As they neared towards the front of the house, the goat bleated, and Bangle stopped in his tracks and squeezed his bright eyes shut. "Be quiet!" Bangle hissed through his teeth, turning and leaning towards the creature. However, his expression lightened when its legs locked up, body falling towards the earth in shock. The coywolf slapped a free hand across his lips to keep from chuckling too loudly, finding that the animal's condition was a great trade-off for its misbehavior.