but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
“You’re very welcome, Isla.” He chimes, flashing a grin her way as the snake makes its way at home on his shoulders – curling around his neck and one of his arms. His gaze darting between the snake literally hanging onto him and Isla for her reaction. He follows her a fraction until she sits, holding the pose quite well the entire time, before her words register and he’s humming and hawing in thought. “Yeah, I guess you can’t, huh?”
That’s no matter, the catwalk is right there in the form of leaves and dirt and a path slightly made by deer and other larger creatures. So of course he’s going to take advantage of it – over the top, the jutting of a hip here and there as he puts on his best modeling face, stepping with purpose down the edge until the next branch has fallen over the ‘catwalk’ before he pauses and turns to face her, and absolutely makes a show walking back as the snake curls further around him. "How about now?"
That’s no matter, the catwalk is right there in the form of leaves and dirt and a path slightly made by deer and other larger creatures. So of course he’s going to take advantage of it – over the top, the jutting of a hip here and there as he puts on his best modeling face, stepping with purpose down the edge until the next branch has fallen over the ‘catwalk’ before he pauses and turns to face her, and absolutely makes a show walking back as the snake curls further around him. "How about now?"
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