Lake Rodney meet me half-way

iseldur looked back when he heard the crunch of snow behind him, signifying the squire's presence. words were readying to form upon his tongue when he saw the beast swoop down. and without thought he twisted back on himself, paws springing for the boy. eyes wide, springing forward to yell: cathal! as its' shadow loomed overhead.

he was quick to firm his ground, standing over the small canine. lips pulled back in a growl, baring his fangs at the bird that above them. stay below, he barked at the boy. until it leaves. oh, if only there were fish within the lake that could draw its attention. but with winter, they had all likely swam further upstream. all iseldur could do was growl, his tail flagging high above his back in a threatening manner.

ears flattened ; he was scared. not for himself, but for his mac.