He almost hesitated to follow her deeper into the island, nervous that someone might take his presence the wrong way. Rokig just kept his posture low and kept close to the streamlined female. It was only when he heard the soft sound of children that he halted. His gut clenching with a foul feeling. He had nothing against the children. It was more the feeling of the curse that his family had branded him. While he had no way to confirm it, he also couldn't deny it.
Rokig shifted his weight slightly as a small chuff escaped him, ears folding against his crown. He could wait out here at a respectable distance from the family for now.
He was content to follow her away from the den that housed the children. "Where are we going?" The question was asked in soft tones as he upped his pace a bit to get to her side so he wouldn't have to talk too loud. Rokig had been fine with staying silent on the trip here but the curiosity nipped at his brain when she kept leading him.
Carefully, he glanced over his shoulder wondering if anyone else was nearby. The place by no means was deserted - he could tell in the scents - but so far he had not seen anyone else other than his lean tour guide.
I am slow. ♡ ?
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Unfortunately for Rokig, the less she felt she needed to use words the less communicative she got. She licked at his muzzle in response instead to soothe his worries. As far as she was concerned, he was safe with her.
They arrived at the edge of Coaltree and found Coelacanth nipping at the hocksof an unfortunate equine. She jack knifed close without instruction and took her move as if they were hunting, launching behind the shadow as she barked back at Rokig as if to say, "come on, help us."
While the lick to his muzzle did not answer any questions, he found himself not asking anything further. Rokig could be a follower. He was rather good at that he found out.
It was a familiar inky figure that made his tail sway behind him. That was until equine was being run off. His gut clench at the thought of those hooves hitting anything or anyone. He couldn't let the two lean females take care of the issue by themselves, though. They had been so kind to him. The least he could do was help run off the hoofed creature.
He let out a deep woof as he aimed to close in on the equine's side, with hopes it could be herded elsewhere.