Sleepy Fox Hollow live our lives like we're ready to die

There was meticulous meaning behind the specific request of this word, yet the inky Delta did not voice it further or explain. The inquiry was met with vague interest of the beta, the throaty hmmm predating the foreign translation. Angeruserk. Memory gathered this bit of information, tucking it carefully away for later use. The bear-wolf sprouted a lopsided smile, a quick nip of teeth producing another word. Inky body kept a steadfast beat despite urge to snake away, allowing guard hairs to be ruffled by fangs while the new word popped into the silence. Yes, tag. The day that had changed everything for the spider. Tall ears swiveled upon their bases, churning back against their wake for any semblance of followers.

"Fight?" he wondered next, jawline touching against bark so softly that just the tiniest bits of inky fur were left behind. The motion of walk prompted a new warmth, soothing aching bones that had lost feeling during the brief lapse of pause. "I will never leave?" he joked so subtly that it may have been missed by most that did not understand the spider's awkward humor. "Touch?" he started again, this new request slipping into almost a murmured purr. Fiery stare did not even dare to chance a look towards the pale companion bestowing knowledge for fear of what would be found within golden eyes. The Delta imagined they would hold reproach.

Lanky body formed around another tree, slightly tapering off from the leader before lingering there in pause.