the earth has music for those who listen
"It's okay," Mateo pants, and it's absolutely for his own benefit as well as for Ever's. He smiles, however briefly, as the puppy lays across his feet and snuffles into his neck. "I think we're okay now. We lost them," he continues, grinning and scritching behind one of the pup's ears as he manages to scramble to his feet. Which is about the time that something else starts to rustle in the undergrowth, and Mateo has absolutely no intention of running from more worms.
"Who goes there?" he demands, trying to sound much more booming and grown up than he feels. "Come out and show yourself, or I'll... I'll kick you!" He won't. He'll run again, and probably pass out as a result.
"Who goes there?" he demands, trying to sound much more booming and grown up than he feels. "Come out and show yourself, or I'll... I'll kick you!" He won't. He'll run again, and probably pass out as a result.
