Iskra
Iskra nodded along to Hawthorn's remark, for though he had never really been to the Greatwood much, he knew the tales, the risks. "Yeah—Goose keeps us on track with his nose." Iskra taps his own nose twice, smiling, as if he's cracked some code. Of course, Goose also didn't mind leading them astray if she smelled something more interesting than home, or roses.
Iskra passed over the canteen, using the new name to better seal it in his memory, which didn't always like to keep track of such vital information for him. "No problem Thorn, plenty to go around." Kinda, he didn't have water magic either, but he did have more water. In response to his name, Goose turned his head towards the man, tongue parting his mouth in a lazy, happy manner. As Thorn begins to crouch though, Goose noticeably brightens. Someone, on his level? The dog closed the gap in a flurry of paws, licking eagerly for that lowered face. He always wanted the face, but everyone kept it so high up and squirmed away when he tried to taste their mouth and their nose—weird!
Suddenly a sound like a scream splits the quiet. Iskra hadn't noticed at first, but this spooky graveyard of limbs and earth seemed... empty. That usually wasn't a good sign in his experience, and that shriek validated that. Goose whirled, hackles up, ears tilting as he glanced for the danger. Iskra tensed, doing the same, his hand dropping towards the axe he kept on the side of his belt. "What was that?" he asked, straining to hear another cry. "Is someone in trouble?"
Iskra passed over the canteen, using the new name to better seal it in his memory, which didn't always like to keep track of such vital information for him. "No problem Thorn, plenty to go around." Kinda, he didn't have water magic either, but he did have more water. In response to his name, Goose turned his head towards the man, tongue parting his mouth in a lazy, happy manner. As Thorn begins to crouch though, Goose noticeably brightens. Someone, on his level? The dog closed the gap in a flurry of paws, licking eagerly for that lowered face. He always wanted the face, but everyone kept it so high up and squirmed away when he tried to taste their mouth and their nose—weird!
Suddenly a sound like a scream splits the quiet. Iskra hadn't noticed at first, but this spooky graveyard of limbs and earth seemed... empty. That usually wasn't a good sign in his experience, and that shriek validated that. Goose whirled, hackles up, ears tilting as he glanced for the danger. Iskra tensed, doing the same, his hand dropping towards the axe he kept on the side of his belt. "What was that?" he asked, straining to hear another cry. "Is someone in trouble?"
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
