Thalassa
Thal is proud of her grumpy status, and when the fyrhund hesitates, she nearly snaps her teeth to hurry the Ancient along just for the fun of it. But luckily, the woman seems to get over her uncertainty fairly quickly, turning to walk cautiously into the darkness. It's at a much slower pace than she would prefer, but she's not about to take the lead when this was supposed to be a test. Maybe if the woman does well enough, she'll even offer some bonus tips.
For now, it takes a bit of concentration to keep from slapping her paws against the stone as she follows behind, impatience earning an eye roll immediately. She doesn't crouch or stalk, even as her body gives subtle signs of her alertness. Silvery ears rotate to filter through sounds of lapping water and distant laughter, a blackened nose twitching as it catches hints of rodent and trash coming from the left path, muscles rippling beneath the metallic fur in quiet preparation for when the fyrhund inevitably screws this up.
For now, it takes a bit of concentration to keep from slapping her paws against the stone as she follows behind, impatience earning an eye roll immediately. She doesn't crouch or stalk, even as her body gives subtle signs of her alertness. Silvery ears rotate to filter through sounds of lapping water and distant laughter, a blackened nose twitching as it catches hints of rodent and trash coming from the left path, muscles rippling beneath the metallic fur in quiet preparation for when the fyrhund inevitably screws this up.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
