Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He laughed at the comment, the rumble coming out as a short bark, exuding from his chest back quickly, defiantly. “Fair enough.” And sometimes even those things were worth their weight; especially the sharper minds.Piercing gaze returned to the activity around them though, listening as the crowd began to mull and point. He followed the directions of their movements, noticing the warrior crouched down around the corner, likely checking to see if there were any adversaries nearby, before they made their pursuit for the bench.
But as it so happened – another watched and waited too.
There was a burst of air, like that of rustling wind, manifesting around them – a swirl of snow lifted, and another had been snagged in the confusion and melee. While the pursuer crowed in victory, cupping their hands around their mouth and howling, the unfortunate hider, now thoroughly sought, went and sat down next to their pouting companion. One remained, concealed amongst the fold.
Amused, and content to see how well they were beginning to work, his smile grew when Beryl agreed, granting consent with a nod. “Of course.”
And so, it continued on and on, trading incantations and motions for training implementation - a rewarding day for all involved.
{FIN}
