Thalassa
Silver ears perk when Liam finds something. She pads closer, her paws starting to sting from the digging - after all, they were built for slashing muscle, not sifting dirt. But she doesn't complain (yet), helping to unearth the larger section of quartz for Colt to collect. The faster they collect this stuff, the faster she can be done.
And yet, her ears flatten against her head when she hears that they need more.
Shooting the rancher a subtle glare that could have easily been from the sunlight, Thal circles the immediate proximity. The playfulness is gone, but she doesn't shy from the work. Her claws scrape through sand and silt, searching for that resistance that will tell her their task is complete.
Thal keeps digging!
And yet, her ears flatten against her head when she hears that they need more.
Shooting the rancher a subtle glare that could have easily been from the sunlight, Thal circles the immediate proximity. The playfulness is gone, but she doesn't shy from the work. Her claws scrape through sand and silt, searching for that resistance that will tell her their task is complete.
Thal keeps digging!
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
