Thalassa
When Asta agrees to play bait for their big game, Thal winks back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Sounds like fun." And once he shifts, she has to hold back the laughter that always arises when she sees his fuzzy butt. She just shoots him a sharply fanged grin as he begins wandering down the trail.
Thal waits a minute, rolling her shoulders against the cold before releasing the heat pressing against her skin. The molten tiger emerges with a silent pulse of warmth, the soft glow of the lava nothing compared to the bright flare of Asta's antlers so that she slips unseen into the undergrowth. Her paws pad softly over the earth, ears rotating to listen for the tell-tale signs of a predator on the prowl, acting half in preparation for the hunt and half as a protector for her newly weakened friend - it would be a pity for him to be eaten so soon after getting Dygra's blessing.
It doesn't take long for the howl of a wolf, and Thal lowers her body in quiet anticipation, relieved that they won't be forced to wander the forest for hours.
Thal waits a minute, rolling her shoulders against the cold before releasing the heat pressing against her skin. The molten tiger emerges with a silent pulse of warmth, the soft glow of the lava nothing compared to the bright flare of Asta's antlers so that she slips unseen into the undergrowth. Her paws pad softly over the earth, ears rotating to listen for the tell-tale signs of a predator on the prowl, acting half in preparation for the hunt and half as a protector for her newly weakened friend - it would be a pity for him to be eaten so soon after getting Dygra's blessing.
It doesn't take long for the howl of a wolf, and Thal lowers her body in quiet anticipation, relieved that they won't be forced to wander the forest for hours.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
