 Short! :o Jimson's not doing anything, lol. Jimson nodded as Skoll allowed that he needed to call a leader. Well, he'd passed the first test, he supposed, and impressed the first canine to stumble upon him enough that the younger male was willing to let him have an audience with his ruler. And it really didn't take very long at all for Skoll's call to receive a response; in only a few minutes, a figure padded slowly out of the gloom. The male nearly rivaled Jimson in size, and he had the same fluffy, curled tail the Skoll did. However, unlike Skoll, whose stony demeanor disguised the youthful exuberance, this one -- who couldn't have been much older than Jimson, if at all -- seemed weighted down by his own existence. His green eyes passed over the white dog, barely seeing him, as though he registered Jimson's presence but such a thing was very low on his list of priorities. Still, Jimson averted his own eyes to the ground, lowering his head and thumping his tail again. |
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