RONIN
On the contrary, Ronin felt like he and his luxere form had finally clicked, as Oliver had put it. Feeling his hooves connect, the stag wasted very little time and turned about, head lowered to bare his antlers, as if challenging the leopard to come back for more. Only the sound of the other man's voice in his mind calmed him somewhat, Ronin slowing his steps and tossing his head back, casting prisms of light along the forest floor.
You did great, he said, his mental voice sounding a little out of breath. Thanks, for all of your help. You want a ride back out of here? In, ah, fox form, of course. Tempting the leopard to hang off him again was probably pushing it a bit far, right?
You did great, he said, his mental voice sounding a little out of breath. Thanks, for all of your help. You want a ride back out of here? In, ah, fox form, of course. Tempting the leopard to hang off him again was probably pushing it a bit far, right?
