// up above so, up above so quiet //
Asta’s subconscious won’t shut up.
Anyway, the Butcher hums a note of agreement regarding the wolf attack not being unlikely. The stories are everywhere and the evidence left behind from deer carcasses amongst people as well. So as they delve further and the two of them are silent as can be amongst the snow, Astaroth flashes a sharp grin back at Danta with the incline of his head. “Oh but of course.” He whispers to the leaving many paw prints, flashing a wink before Danta makes his decision.
And so, man turns to fyrhund, shrinking and shifting into the hard exterior, somewhat glowy canine as he tries to hide most of his cracks of lava. Steaming a fraction as he does start off in a random track, a puff of smoke is offered to the Maverick as a swift goodbye for now.
It doesn’t take him long, either, the trek quick and circled and followed and walked back on to ensure it’s believability. And from there, the fyrhund’s herding and corralling a rather burly, muscular man with a bit of a beer belly out into the cold landscape. He’s far enough away from the rest that his gasped cries for help aren’t heard well enough from the way the snow swallows up the sounds, and before long the man is barreling straight toward what appears to be a clear path through the trees toward Danta, with the “wolf” right on his heels, snapping with sharp jaws.
Anyway, the Butcher hums a note of agreement regarding the wolf attack not being unlikely. The stories are everywhere and the evidence left behind from deer carcasses amongst people as well. So as they delve further and the two of them are silent as can be amongst the snow, Astaroth flashes a sharp grin back at Danta with the incline of his head. “Oh but of course.” He whispers to the leaving many paw prints, flashing a wink before Danta makes his decision.
And so, man turns to fyrhund, shrinking and shifting into the hard exterior, somewhat glowy canine as he tries to hide most of his cracks of lava. Steaming a fraction as he does start off in a random track, a puff of smoke is offered to the Maverick as a swift goodbye for now.
It doesn’t take him long, either, the trek quick and circled and followed and walked back on to ensure it’s believability. And from there, the fyrhund’s herding and corralling a rather burly, muscular man with a bit of a beer belly out into the cold landscape. He’s far enough away from the rest that his gasped cries for help aren’t heard well enough from the way the snow swallows up the sounds, and before long the man is barreling straight toward what appears to be a clear path through the trees toward Danta, with the “wolf” right on his heels, snapping with sharp jaws.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
