The Tangle la mer

Mallaidh’s frequent visits make it easy to maneuver. She’s big, tall, and has a lot of fur, but with enough practice she knows which turns to make (most of the time). She’s following Artaax’s scent for some unknown reason (cough) but he’s making literally The Worst Choices in direction. Standing side by side with him, they easily compare in size, but most of her size comes from her fur and in his arms she feels… not small but, she fits.

Okay, that’s not why she’s following him.

It’s not.

She squirms through some brush but it takes a few shoves to make it through and not without taking twig-hostages with her. A yelp causes her eyes to widen just as she stumbles forward and smacks her face into a tree-trunk. Ow.

A little disoriented, she looks up and sees two of Artaax, blinking a few times in surprise. Did she hit her head that hard?