Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Doing her best to keep an eye on Asta if only to ensure he remains on the hunt, Isla ends up quite enjoying herself as she plays with the crows, chasing them from their nooks and crannies and sending them on their way. Pouncing at one and clamping her jaws around it to turn it into little more than a spray of feathers and blood, she's already feasted and is licking her scarlet maw when she notices that the fyrhund has also gotten a tasty morsel - only to hesitate at the point of the kill.
Letting out a roar that sends the rest of the corvids rightly scattering, Isla pads over to Asta on light paws, her tail flicking as she affectionately headbutts one of the hound's rocky flanks, as if encouraging him to make his move and to slake his bloodlust on the creature. It isn't as if it can escape even if he releases it out from beneath his paws at this point, after all.
Letting out a roar that sends the rest of the corvids rightly scattering, Isla pads over to Asta on light paws, her tail flicking as she affectionately headbutts one of the hound's rocky flanks, as if encouraging him to make his move and to slake his bloodlust on the creature. It isn't as if it can escape even if he releases it out from beneath his paws at this point, after all.
something so wholesome about you
