Duck Lake 不運 [P3]

In his clumsy attempt to escape the quake he had failed to recognize the man. Now that a call was directed towards him, he was well aware of his presence.

Hono did not take the advice. Perhaps it was due to the unfamiliarity with the language but it was most likely because he was still in a fight or flight state. He stood up and managed to hop a few inches, only to be forced down once more. A fresh pain bloomed in his left paw. Ninetails why have you forsaken me?! He hissed between his teeth.

He knew this journey would be treacherous, but this was downright otherworldly. Was it normal for the earth to shake this frequently? The demenour of the stranger led him to believe so. While Hono fumbled around, the silver male seemed to be under control. It was just embarrassing, but he’d have time to dwell on it later. For now he stayed glued to his spot, watching the stranger, questioning what he should do about all this.