May 16, 2018, 11:32 AM
(This post was last modified: May 16, 2018, 11:46 PM by Driftwood.
Edit Reason: Drift is halllucinating incorrect Moorhens now too, don't mind him
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All friends, Seelie reassured, and at those words Driftwood lowered his guard, moved back a step and offered up a benign smile instead. He looked around at all the other wolves being introduced and gave a polite wag of his sand-and-earth-furred tail even as he wondered how on earth he was ever going to keep all these individuals straight. It was hard enough to remember one face at a time, let alone a whole gaggle like this! Driftwood swallowed any complaints he might have made and instead kept his ear cocked attentively towards his leader as he looked around and struggled to mark them all down in his head one after another.
His eyes did linger on the sturdy, intimidatingly red-eyed female who growled softly—but only a little, and not seeming to mean it too seriously. Driftwood's brow furrowed a little in puzzled concern at the noise, but he glanced at Coelacanth again and held her words firmly in mind. Friends. FRIENDS. We will all be friends. The burnt-brown small female held obediently to those words too, despite Drift's concerns to the contrary; perhaps she just had to express her opinions on the matter before she too could hold the peace. The noise stilled Driftwood's tail even so, though, and he moved with more caution around her.
His brow furrowed a little deeper as he squinted in deeper confusion at the growl that emerged from the gray-shaded male as well as the even-stranger eyes that...didn't seem to quite be presently working? Driftwood was distracted from further consideration of him or the splotchy girl hovering behind him however by Seelie's request for assistance, and not long after, Komodo's rumbling suggestion that Driftwood check the caches' fullness.
His eyes did linger on the sturdy, intimidatingly red-eyed female who growled softly—but only a little, and not seeming to mean it too seriously. Driftwood's brow furrowed a little in puzzled concern at the noise, but he glanced at Coelacanth again and held her words firmly in mind. Friends. FRIENDS. We will all be friends. The burnt-brown small female held obediently to those words too, despite Drift's concerns to the contrary; perhaps she just had to express her opinions on the matter before she too could hold the peace. The noise stilled Driftwood's tail even so, though, and he moved with more caution around her.
His brow furrowed a little deeper as he squinted in deeper confusion at the growl that emerged from the gray-shaded male as well as the even-stranger eyes that...didn't seem to quite be presently working? Driftwood was distracted from further consideration of him or the splotchy girl hovering behind him however by Seelie's request for assistance, and not long after, Komodo's rumbling suggestion that Driftwood check the caches' fullness.
Right!he said after only a moment's hesitation.
The caches!Great... except Driftwood had either never known or had forgotten where these caches were. Although...perhaps he could net two birds with one leap, here.
Are there particular caches we should check first, Seelie?He turned with worried and inquiring eyes to the gray-nuzzling Aralez. She needed water, food, and rest, and these caches could probably offer at least two of those items if not all three— and meantime Komodo could take care of and keep an eye on these strangers (to Driftwood, at least, if not Coelacanth herself). And if one of the three was lacking perhaps Driftwood could find that one himself. This wasn't a bad plan, not at all. He flattened his ears briefly and waggled his tail at 'Modo in gratitude for the notion, though the Vedmak didn't seem nearly as pleased with his own plan as the Tauhou was. Well. Komodo was obviously a stoic old thing, so perhaps that wasn't entirely surprising. Meantime Driftwood energetically placed himself at Seelie's side once more, chest puffing up just a little as he gladly prepared to lend the requested assistance—which he'd blithely assumed the whispery Seelie needed for herself. Someone was likely to poke the inevitable pin into his balloon shortly, undoubtedly.
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maybe when the coast is clear - by Coelacanth - April 27, 2018, 04:04 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Grayday Sr. - April 27, 2018, 10:03 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Moor - April 27, 2018, 10:22 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Lavender1 - April 28, 2018, 10:27 AM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Coelacanth - April 30, 2018, 02:50 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Komodo - April 30, 2018, 03:08 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Driftwood - April 30, 2018, 07:56 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Coelacanth - May 02, 2018, 04:55 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Grayday Sr. - May 06, 2018, 08:43 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Moor - May 06, 2018, 10:45 PM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Komodo - May 15, 2018, 11:40 AM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Driftwood - May 16, 2018, 11:32 AM
RE: maybe when the coast is clear - by Coelacanth - May 18, 2018, 12:24 PM