yooo! @Grezig
As the majority of the group conversed fervently with one another, Donoma found an opportunity to amble off, claws clicking rhythmically against the hardened topsoil as she traversed the peak. The bitch faced the raw mountain gale, following the alluring scent of a crisp tarn that the breeze promised downslope.
The strong wind buffeted her agouti robe, chips of rock sharp between her toes in spite of her thick pads, hardened by hours of treading along pebble streambeds and cooking against the heat of shale plats. Fortunately, her stomach occupied most of her focus, pulling her thoughts away from the stinging in her feet.
Aha! At last! Donoma exclaimed within the confines of her mind, quickening her gait as she approached the small pool which was carved into a flat outcrop of granite. And small it was, indeed. A diminutive trickle fed the barely puddle-sized pool, which held but a mouthful of minnows- of equal magnitude. The dame snorted in sore disappointment but knew that even the most minuscule meal outweighed an empty belly.
The prospect of sharing flickered across Donoma's mind. This.. 'snack' would only feed one other individual at most. She thought back to the jaded woman from earlier in the day. Perhaps all she needed was a bit of energy. Therefore, as decided by Donoma, she was the chosen candidate. What was her calling? Gesic? she thought to herself, swiveling her ears back in the direction of the congregation. Her muzzle soon followed its course, and she was back off, loping hastily to the Apikuni's pinnacle.
The strong wind buffeted her agouti robe, chips of rock sharp between her toes in spite of her thick pads, hardened by hours of treading along pebble streambeds and cooking against the heat of shale plats. Fortunately, her stomach occupied most of her focus, pulling her thoughts away from the stinging in her feet.
Aha! At last! Donoma exclaimed within the confines of her mind, quickening her gait as she approached the small pool which was carved into a flat outcrop of granite. And small it was, indeed. A diminutive trickle fed the barely puddle-sized pool, which held but a mouthful of minnows- of equal magnitude. The dame snorted in sore disappointment but knew that even the most minuscule meal outweighed an empty belly.
The prospect of sharing flickered across Donoma's mind. This.. 'snack' would only feed one other individual at most. She thought back to the jaded woman from earlier in the day. Perhaps all she needed was a bit of energy. Therefore, as decided by Donoma, she was the chosen candidate. What was her calling? Gesic? she thought to herself, swiveling her ears back in the direction of the congregation. Her muzzle soon followed its course, and she was back off, loping hastily to the Apikuni's pinnacle.
G-Gresic!the bitch decided, barking as she trod.
C'mere!
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Tastes like chicken. - by Donoma - August 06, 2018, 05:59 PM
RE: Tastes like chicken. - by RIP Grezig - August 08, 2018, 11:23 AM