Wondering when next to fly

[Sophie Hughes]

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OOC here! :: Word Count → 486

Sophie and Boothe slowly made their way around the outer edges of the festival, slinking and stepping and twirling at times, in their own little wondrous dance. After a moment, Boothe barked sharply, calling a halt to their little parade, and shook himself all over, making the marten fur along his back slide along with him before settling, slightly crooked, against him. "We gonna hunt." He announced, and looked at Sophie, who stared back with wide eyes, blinking from under the white rabbit fur. "We gonna hunt stick meat." Boothe nodded firmly, and his tail lifted and waved about eagerly, causing Sophie to grin and yap, sidling up beside him and nosing his extra pelt back into its proper place with a little giggle.

"To the hunt!" She agreed readily, and shook herself a bit, pleased when her rabbit fur only trembled a little; Trigger had wrapped it extra tight, and even tied the feather Light had given her into the fur behind her flopped ear, though it was hardly visible beneath the pelt. They had only just set off again to their crawling, ready to stalk back into the fair and to the stall where one Luperci was trading sticks of spiced meat, when a larger, older puppy came up to them, asking quietly after their activities. Boothe stuck his head in the air, placing his feet wide apart and stiffening his whole body as he faced her. "We're hunting!" He proclaimed proudly, and Sophie nodded in agreement, stepping up to sniff at the older girl curiously.

"More playin' around, really," She said, much to her brother's chagrin, and grinned at his rueful expression, bumping his shoulder playfully with his nose. "We got these th' other day, see, and now we look like sneaky warrior spies! S'that's what we are!" She shrugged, as the game seemed simple to her, and got a decisive nod from her brother, who eyed the older girl warily for a moment. After a few seconds, though, he seemed to deem her no threat, and gave a hearty shrug, shaking himself again to scratch an itch and growling slightly when the pelt slipped again.

Giggling, Sophie corrected it again, sliding it back into place by tugging gently with her teeth, and then licked the place she'd grasped, smoothing the fur back out before turning to the girl and adding hesitantly, "You can play with us, if you want. Dunno what you can do, though..." She added a bit more uncertainly, as the girl had no pelt to play with, and that was sort of the whole point of their game...Sophie didn't want to just leave her out, though; that would be mean.

Boothe came to the rescue, sort of. "Oh, I know! We could hunt you!" His grin was toothy and would have been somewhat scary, if he were older and a little less puppyish. It still made Sophie shiver.

Sophie speaks Boothe Speaks

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