Normally helpful to a fault, as a dog there was only so much that Ever could do to continue to gather presents. Evading Ellyra and Deimos with a low whine of anxiety—attuned though they might be, their shifts had instinctive claws tearing at his throat—the shepherd made his way along the tracks with a present in his mouth.
Offering a little yip of greeting to Koa as best he could without risking dropping what he was holding, the dark dog bounded along the tracks. Every now and then he'd pause, drop the gift and sniff at the marks the tracks had left in the snow, before lifting the parcel up by the bow and carrying on.
Ever takes his 1 present and follows the tracks!
Offering a little yip of greeting to Koa as best he could without risking dropping what he was holding, the dark dog bounded along the tracks. Every now and then he'd pause, drop the gift and sniff at the marks the tracks had left in the snow, before lifting the parcel up by the bow and carrying on.
Ever takes his 1 present and follows the tracks!
Walk me down your broken line
