RONIN
Allow the instincts to take hold? Ronin definitely felt as though that meant he should be bucking off the little fuzzy creature clambering over his back, but he held that particular urge in check (for now). Instead he let his senses extend outwards; the smell of leaves and dewdrops, the birdsong and twigs cracking underfoot, the feel of the breath in his lungs. Lowering his antlers, Ronin did indeed pick up the pace, and his movements seemed to come a lot more easily.
The luxere even seemed graceful as he pranced and dodged and weaved through the forest, and as a large log appeared up ahead of them, instinct really had taken over. Ronin made straight for it, leaping over it like it was nothing - though it might give the little fox on his back a bit of a bumpy ride!
The luxere even seemed graceful as he pranced and dodged and weaved through the forest, and as a large log appeared up ahead of them, instinct really had taken over. Ronin made straight for it, leaping over it like it was nothing - though it might give the little fox on his back a bit of a bumpy ride!
