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OOC: LOL molasses XD <3
Mama wasn't gonna be happy.
Caillen listened to the rattling with a mixture of unease and boredom. What animal made that sound? Alaine wasn't gonna be pleased that he hadn't caught anything, but maybe if he found out what the noise was, she'd at least not make him recite herb names again. That had been boring. I wonder what it is... Maybe it's a-
" SNAKE!"
And then he was eating dirt, and that rattling sound was getting louder and louder. Sylvie's voice was a twist in his ear, but with all the gold in his heart, Caillen tried his hardest to do as she bid. Unfortunately for them both, the fright of her arrival and his own darned clumsiness foiled any chance of a quick getaway. Caillen stumble once, twice, and felt the prickles of an ice-cold fear slide down his gut and make the hair along his ruff stand up in disarray.
The snake approached, and the wolf-dog turned to face it, swelled out his chest and stood infront of Sylvie. His instincts battled with fear, and the snake reared up to meet his daring gaze. Mama wasn't gonna be happy.
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Her paws skittered sharply, her heart pounding in her ears. Something wasn't right... There was that slick feeling deep inside of her, so familiar now that she responded without thought. It was the same clingy darkness that had sent her out the night Sylvie had washed ashore, and the collie heeded it's call without hesitation.
She dared not call out, but her nose was keen, and the scent of her son betrayed his actions like writing across a page. Little Sylvie had been more careful with her scent, disguising it here and there with the whims of her hunt. Floppy ocher ears were poised attentively, searching emerald eyes a blur amongst the mess of ferns and grasses. Where are they... Where are they?!
The too-young mother, her heart filled to bursting as all manner of horrors haunted beneath her eyelids, leaped with an agile grace born of her breeding over a large fallen log, the scent of Caillen drawing her nearer. And there was no time for second-guessing nor thought as she arrowed in on the serpent's head, ivory paws barely touching earth before sending her airborne once more.
Open jaws clashed shut just below the snake's head, bones crunching and the volatile taste of reptilian blood sliding down her throat.
Alaine was no more than a cream blur, the momentum of her body carrying her with such force that there was no graceful landing. Body skidded across the ground, but her mouth remained shut like a steel trap. Finally halting at the base of a high fern clump, the young bitch snorted fiercely and rose to stand on wobbly legs, the small glade now silent of any rattling.
Speak think elegant
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