With his jaw dropping in a mix of outrage and pride - because that is the exact sort of thinking the Maverick would have as well, Maea - Danta resists the urge to give her a good natured shove into the ash and focuses instead on figuring out the source of the strange and unholy bleating. His head has popped up over the ridge a few moments before Maea joins him, and so she'll be able to see the puzzled amusement on his face right before she spots the sheep.
Having fled from the dragon's roar, the black, fireproof animals seem to be engaging in a war of headbutts against each other as they try to determine... well, Danta isn't entirely sure. Is it who is in charge, where they should go next? Perhaps they are also wondering what they are doing in The Climb. Either way, the Maverick knows lunch when he sees it, and so, pocketing the ruby, he bounces his eyebrows at Maea. "Want to pick one off with me?"
Having fled from the dragon's roar, the black, fireproof animals seem to be engaging in a war of headbutts against each other as they try to determine... well, Danta isn't entirely sure. Is it who is in charge, where they should go next? Perhaps they are also wondering what they are doing in The Climb. Either way, the Maverick knows lunch when he sees it, and so, pocketing the ruby, he bounces his eyebrows at Maea. "Want to pick one off with me?"
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
