03-03-2010, 09:36 PM
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Geography had never been a subject that he had been taught much of—he wasn't really sure of what a desert was, but he didn't want to ask right now. At least not when Gabriel was in the midst of describing it, anyway. The idea of a place that was brutally hot by day and freezing by night was very outlandish, but Snake believed every word that the coyote-hybrid said—he had no reason to believe that he was lying, of course. It made sense that there were coyotes there, as Snake remembered being told that not many lived up here. Most lived where the sun shone a little fiercer, down south, apparently where all the pronghorns and buzzards and snakes lived. He didn't really respond to the final animal addition, though he was vaguely interested. He had not seen too many snakes up in these parts. It was a little too cold for them, this time of year. But the sandy-furred coyote did not have any kind of strange affinity for them because of his namesake; it was just how he had been named.
Gabriel continued describing the land, the overarching sky and the eventual ocean on the other side. For all that Snake knew, the world comprised of the general south-eastern Canadian provinces and nothing else, simply dropping off into nothing. He had never been told there was another ocean, especially not one that was cursed or violent. He was silent, thinking of this for a while. There was probably a story behind there, and he thought to ask, but he knew well the time. Their trek to (and through) the mountains had taken most of the day and it was dusk now. It would take a good amount of time to get home, running swiftly. He would rather not get caught out in the dark with winter still in place.
"Thanks for your time, Gabriel. I hope that I made myself useful today," the olive-eyed coyote said flatly, but earnestly at least. And after all of the farewells and formalities were done with, he would set out on his trek through Inferni territory to the Landfill and home.
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Geography had never been a subject that he had been taught much of—he wasn't really sure of what a desert was, but he didn't want to ask right now. At least not when Gabriel was in the midst of describing it, anyway. The idea of a place that was brutally hot by day and freezing by night was very outlandish, but Snake believed every word that the coyote-hybrid said—he had no reason to believe that he was lying, of course. It made sense that there were coyotes there, as Snake remembered being told that not many lived up here. Most lived where the sun shone a little fiercer, down south, apparently where all the pronghorns and buzzards and snakes lived. He didn't really respond to the final animal addition, though he was vaguely interested. He had not seen too many snakes up in these parts. It was a little too cold for them, this time of year. But the sandy-furred coyote did not have any kind of strange affinity for them because of his namesake; it was just how he had been named.
Gabriel continued describing the land, the overarching sky and the eventual ocean on the other side. For all that Snake knew, the world comprised of the general south-eastern Canadian provinces and nothing else, simply dropping off into nothing. He had never been told there was another ocean, especially not one that was cursed or violent. He was silent, thinking of this for a while. There was probably a story behind there, and he thought to ask, but he knew well the time. Their trek to (and through) the mountains had taken most of the day and it was dusk now. It would take a good amount of time to get home, running swiftly. He would rather not get caught out in the dark with winter still in place.
"Thanks for your time, Gabriel. I hope that I made myself useful today," the olive-eyed coyote said flatly, but earnestly at least. And after all of the farewells and formalities were done with, he would set out on his trek through Inferni territory to the Landfill and home.
