The fox was equally amused and exasperated by his friend's antics as she skipped and hummed along, sending every nearby creature fleeing to either farther or higher ground depending on their instinct. It felt less like a hunt than a hike, and the companions were too wrapped up in their playful antics to approach the matter with stealth. He didn't think they'd startle their prey, at least, being too small and also naturally part of the woods, but Melita...
Well. Even if they couldn't sneak up on the wolf today with a party full of so much boundless energy, at least he might track its path and get a better sense for its territory, and Melita's cheerfulness was a much-needed balm for his recent depression.
Vampire gourds, on the other hand, were decidedly less welcome - Fangorn excluded, of course - and Jigano bounded to stand beside Melita, hackles up and teeth bared in a warning growl as the savory crop came closer, malicious mischief in their fiery eyes. He had half-expected the tousle-haired warrior to leap into the fray, but it was Fangorn who bounced to the fore, with a lesson in diplomacy they all could learn from. Well. They could have if they'd understand what was being said, but the hisses and growls were just noises to the curious fox and excitedly bouncing Isuma. Whatever Fangorn said - courtesy or threats, cajoling or promises - it had an effect on his three pumpkin-hulled brethren, whose snarling subsided to lower-volume growls as they shifted and shuffled and finally turned to roll off in search of other prey.
The same could not be said for the cucumber, alas. While the peace summit was taking place the conniving cucurbit rolledstealthily to the edges of the group and then made a flying leap for Melita's shin, determined to clamp down its green, warty teeth on her tasty human skin, and get revenge for generations of salads who had fallen in glorious battle before it. Vegans beware! This vegetable bit back.
Well. Even if they couldn't sneak up on the wolf today with a party full of so much boundless energy, at least he might track its path and get a better sense for its territory, and Melita's cheerfulness was a much-needed balm for his recent depression.
Vampire gourds, on the other hand, were decidedly less welcome - Fangorn excluded, of course - and Jigano bounded to stand beside Melita, hackles up and teeth bared in a warning growl as the savory crop came closer, malicious mischief in their fiery eyes. He had half-expected the tousle-haired warrior to leap into the fray, but it was Fangorn who bounced to the fore, with a lesson in diplomacy they all could learn from. Well. They could have if they'd understand what was being said, but the hisses and growls were just noises to the curious fox and excitedly bouncing Isuma. Whatever Fangorn said - courtesy or threats, cajoling or promises - it had an effect on his three pumpkin-hulled brethren, whose snarling subsided to lower-volume growls as they shifted and shuffled and finally turned to roll off in search of other prey.
The same could not be said for the cucumber, alas. While the peace summit was taking place the conniving cucurbit rolled
