Redsand Canyon *This Thread Topic BLEEPED OUT For Your Safety*

Nynka kept a wary eye on the device, wondering if it was awakening for real this time, and if perhaps it really was about to shoot its legs free of its metallic shell at last and go scurrying about as it shrieked. ...It seemed not, however, as despite its noises it still refused to move, and with a shorter series of mumbled bzzrp bzzrp bzzrps it went quiescent again. Shouldn't you know? she returned snippily, though she kept one eye on the alien box. You're the one it called to, after all.

After a moment Nynka turned her head away from the object slightly more to focus more on the hulking black wolf again. If anything, he was only getting bigger as his pelt stood all on end, though this was compensated for somewhat by the cowardly retreat his paws were engaging steadily in now. Nynka took in the high arch of his back and gave her head a minute shake. Maybe it was already too late for this poor dumb wolf: he was acting far more like a spooked cat than a big brave canine, already. Well, if he woke up in the morning and found himself mewing and roaring, he couldn't say the weasel hadn't warned him! But in the meantime and more importantly to Nynka (whose needs' primacy ought to go unchallenged by these stupid brutes, but one never knew what was going on in those dense wolfskulls of theirs) despite his slavish obedience to the box he obviously hadn't the foggiest idea what it was or how to use it, either. Welp. It'd been worth a try. Nynka squinted up at the sky for a minute to try and gauge how much the thing would have fed, and how long she ought to keep it out—assuming the thickening clouds didn't obscure the watery winter sunshine entirely anyhow.