Otter Creek dark side of the moon

A soft chuckle escaped the teenager’s lips at Finley’s response to allowing her the choice to pick the prizes…or punishments? of their little game. Bragi’s ears cupped forth to listen to her conditions, his gaze of Caribbean ice trailing up to the highest ledge presented to them where the creek cascaded down from, sizing it up in a silent moment of contemplation. His gaze returned to her when she spoke again, stating that if she was right it was he that would have to take the plunge. He leaned towards the bank peering into the it, following the shallows to where the blue water was murky and dark with it’s depth. He wasn’t entirely sure but it looked deep enough to keep them from becoming wolf paste and that they would hit water unharmed as opposed to bouncing off the earth. He tail gave a flick against his haunches as he turned back to her. He stared at her for a moment that was probably longer that the moment demanded, his gaze lingering on her face as he drew in a playful and thoughtful Hmm, as he considered it, prolonging giving her his response if only to tease. In truth, it sounded more fun than anything and it wasn’t his first time jumping off of a cliff into water below it would still, likely, bring a similar thrill — if she was right and he had to jump, that was. Even so he was a teenage boy: reckless and willing to be a dare devil even if it meant doing something stupid. He had liked to think he was practical but when it came to showing off? Practicality was long since tossed out the window. Deal. Bragi finally agreed with a devilish tease of a smirk upon his lips as he waited for her opinion of which story he had given was the actual reason and which was the one invented for him.