Nova Peak Grimmerie

He is not trespassing for now but close! Feel free to chase him off <3

Skirting round the sentinel in a fit of mischief, Dirtwater Fox turned a wide circle of his own in pursuit of the sentry's home. He heard them at his back, heard them shrieking small gods small lives small gods small gods but no — no, they would never find Earp now.

The boy had vanished somewhere in the following.

Dirtwater Fox, then, was what he'd found along the way. Nothing small about him, no, he stood taller than life itself could ever loom. A long pale shadow cast 'cross the doorstep of those who would never have welcomed him here. Not if they knew what he was.

He flitted merrily just beyond the outskirts of their claim, pissing here and there. Pretty-like, of course.

i was patient, now it's mine, but lemme know if that's an issue <3

When he returned back, it was to the pungent scent of piss.

Not the kind that aligned itself with Dragonspine. He was still on high alert from a recent trespassing incident. In the haze of it all, he did not think that this might be him.

Instead his pace kicked up into a blind charge.

I was hoping to catch a Dagur <33 Dirtwater Fox is trespassing now and can be injured! Just please don't make him hard to manip I beg

Pursuit!

Dirtwater Fox, far from being alarmed, let out a little delighted laugh and ran. Nothing but a pale streak across the green, fur whipping all around. He cut a path across the borders. Into packland and beyond; out the other side if he wasn't caught first.

He didn't really want to cause trouble, after all. But what was the fun in life if you couldn't piss someone off every now and then?

Dragonspine became his own backbone.

He was made of fire and stone — it was a wonder he moved so fast! The dancer was fluid water and air, though, this was not a chase made to be easy.

He snapped teeth towards sandy limbs and feathery tail. Like a pointed herder.

This began to feel like a hunt, even if he knew it would not end in a kill.

He is dropping into Larksong Grotto!

Teeth caught the pale wisps at the tip of his tail. His paws moved faster, taking him up now — up and up along one of the mountain's many ridges. In the distance, somewhere far below, he saw the glimmer of water.

It called to him.

He cast a smiling glance over his shoulder as he led the boy further, never slowing even as his path cut ever closer to the edge. Up and up and — flying —

Dirtwater Fox closed his eyes and prayed not to small gods, but to the strength of his own beating pulse.

His teeth snapped and snapped, hungry and hungrier. Yet his goal was being met. The figure was being driven away from Dragonspine and down into the grotto below.

There was the desire to drive him away fully, to make sure that this stranger did not walk among any of their touching territories. Yet they also needed to redo all the work that had been undone. The marks of them, the desire to smother them out but... smother himself, commit it to memory no matter if it left a bad taste.

He would do no thing.

But he would halt his chase and posture himself, like a dog who had come to the end of its chain.

Dagur wanted to continue, but Dragonspine need its presence here.