RONIN
Ronin does smell him, and with a predator's scent on the breeze, he has to force himself to continue forward with the confidence of a creature not quite so in danger of being eaten. I did not ask you to be out here as a manticore, he points out, sounding a touch smug about it even as he circles the shady area where he thinks said manticore might be hiding. I feel as though I should get a free pass at Leafchange, anyway.
You know, what with the unreasonable behaviour and tendency to headbutt the mailman. Nose twitching, Ronin springs back suddenly as if the stag in him has realised how close by Remi might be and has acted on skittish instinct. Shaking himself off, he chooses instead to also hunker down in the grass, visible only by a crown of antlers. And besides, I think you want to devour me every season. So it hardly counts.
You know, what with the unreasonable behaviour and tendency to headbutt the mailman. Nose twitching, Ronin springs back suddenly as if the stag in him has realised how close by Remi might be and has acted on skittish instinct. Shaking himself off, he chooses instead to also hunker down in the grass, visible only by a crown of antlers. And besides, I think you want to devour me every season. So it hardly counts.
