Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
Soren banks, screeching, and Aithne follows his line of sight to find a falcon disappearing into a copse of trees up ahead. She picks up the pace, loping easily towards the outcropping, ears pricked for the slightest movement. Chances are, this hunt will be left mostly to Soren, given that she has no way to climb into the branches to reach their prey. But that doesn't mean that she's useless. Instead, she focuses on making as much noise as possible, hoping to draw the falcon's attention down towards her. If she's lucky, maybe she can startle it into the open, where her best friend can take it down.
Heat rolls off her rocky hide in waves, singing the brush as she trots by. If she sets the copse on fire, she supposes that at least it won't be obviously her fault - after all, wildfires have been rather common of late, most of them started simply because everything has been so dry. Besides, Soren can always help to control any blaze that might start to get out of hand.
Aithne pauses beneath the tree that she thinks holds the falcon. Still hoping to serve as a distraction, she reaches up with her paws, scratching her claws against the tree bark as she stretches out her back.
Heat rolls off her rocky hide in waves, singing the brush as she trots by. If she sets the copse on fire, she supposes that at least it won't be obviously her fault - after all, wildfires have been rather common of late, most of them started simply because everything has been so dry. Besides, Soren can always help to control any blaze that might start to get out of hand.
Aithne pauses beneath the tree that she thinks holds the falcon. Still hoping to serve as a distraction, she reaches up with her paws, scratching her claws against the tree bark as she stretches out her back.
Crimson-red paint on my lips
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
