Swiftcurrent Creek The Not-So-Great Escape

he's foiled her, blessedly, wincing at the scrape and poke of her teeth but otherwise resigned to his fate. and then who shall make an appearance but their dear mother? samothes tenses in alarm, prepared to be punished for his proximity, but durnevhiir seems more amused by his predicament than anything else. yeah, yeah, yuck it up.

"she's... willful," he says, relaxing a degree as he realises he's not about to meet a cruel fate under her teeth. after a beat, samothes adds, "i brought you a fish," rising to his feet now that he's not the only one here to play referee with the tiny thing stuck to his toes. gently he nudges her toward her mother once more before grabbing the fish and placing it within durnevhiir's reach. "i trust all has been going well?"