Callum
What's the worst that could happen
Perhaps one day Callum would be able to speak through the bond when unshifted, but for now, he opts to speak aloud, gazing curiously at the hellhound as he does so. When the beast lifts a front leg to stomp down on some mud creeping towards its feet, causing the murk to bubble and melt, eventually drying into cracked ground, Cal snorts. "Looks like it." There's only a hint of envy in the back of his mind. He loves his peregrine falcon shift, but to be able to do something like this... well, that would be enjoyable, indeed.
As for his own notions, Cal shrugs. "I was helping in the Village to clean up the mud," he says. "But out here, I figured it wasn't hurting anybody." So he's left it largely alone, only tossing his bottlecap to the puddle closest to him for a momentary amusement. Of course, he'll have to get back to his task soon enough, and that will mean either destroying the mud or coaxing it out of the way. But for now...
"I'm Callum, by the way."
As for his own notions, Cal shrugs. "I was helping in the Village to clean up the mud," he says. "But out here, I figured it wasn't hurting anybody." So he's left it largely alone, only tossing his bottlecap to the puddle closest to him for a momentary amusement. Of course, he'll have to get back to his task soon enough, and that will mean either destroying the mud or coaxing it out of the way. But for now...
"I'm Callum, by the way."
When two worlds collide
