the earth has music for those who listen
"Hey!" Mateo ends up hopping on one foot as Ever tries to bite at his boot, and his laughter is echoing through the trees as he races after the puppy. He's not intent on grabbing him or biting his paw in retaliation, but he will give belly scritches, and he will be relentless about it. He's so caught up in the boyish freedom of running, unencumbered and without any wolves chasing them, that he doesn't notice at first that Ever has suddenly stopped. Not until the pathetic sort-of-howl reaches his ears.
"Ever? What is-- santo verme!" Skidding in the mud that's been churned up by the Magna Vermis, he barely manages not to crash into the freakish worms who, as it turns out, have been basking in a large, muddy puddle. "Okay. Okay!" Mateo raises his hands, beckoning Ever as hard as he can with his eyes alone. "We're sorry for bothering you. We'll... just be on our way?"
"Ever? What is-- santo verme!" Skidding in the mud that's been churned up by the Magna Vermis, he barely manages not to crash into the freakish worms who, as it turns out, have been basking in a large, muddy puddle. "Okay. Okay!" Mateo raises his hands, beckoning Ever as hard as he can with his eyes alone. "We're sorry for bothering you. We'll... just be on our way?"
