Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Maybe. I hope so," Isla admits, straightening up and brushing the dust and dirt from her skirts. "Even if I know it was probably just looking for something to eat." Albeit in an overly aggressive way. Regardless, she's got no intention of sinking her teeth into the fyrhund herself - even bloodlust knows not to eat tainted meat, the medic wrinkling her nose and following Asta's gaze out towards the other fyrhunds in the distance.
All looking fairly normal, blessedly.
"Well, that was certainly an adventure." She flashes a smile up at the butcher. "Though I daresay by the look of you that you've still got plenty of energy to burn off. C'mon, let's go see if we can find a quiet, flat bit of space for you to try this again. I don't think I've seen nearly enough of your leaping about yet."
And, providing he agrees, Isla will lead them off across the hard rock, in search of suitable prancing ground for a feirw.
~FIN
All looking fairly normal, blessedly.
"Well, that was certainly an adventure." She flashes a smile up at the butcher. "Though I daresay by the look of you that you've still got plenty of energy to burn off. C'mon, let's go see if we can find a quiet, flat bit of space for you to try this again. I don't think I've seen nearly enough of your leaping about yet."
And, providing he agrees, Isla will lead them off across the hard rock, in search of suitable prancing ground for a feirw.
~FIN
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
