Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

stop eating that shit

they stopped. immediately, dropping the grass and dead flowers in their mouth with a pitiful, saliva-filled plop. they didn’t even lick at their mouth to clean the remnants. anxiety coursed through their body language, tremors wracking up and down their legs, the fur across their back spiking up then laying flat, over and over again.

sariel’s spittle and grass-stained lips twitched, though their anxious frown did not deepen anymore than it already had. slow, they lowered their head towards the ground, tail tight to one of their back legs.

acceptance in the presence of a stronger huntmaster.