who we are and all that we're trying to be
Yes, a little triumphant amusement resounding throughout the attuned measures, more or less laughter because of the measures required to even make it thus far. His own methods might have backfired on him though, for his ears shifted and turned in every direction, accounting for the animals lingering in all directions, senses chasing after one, and then the other. No time to breathe, to think, to ponder over which was which; not as he might have done with his eyes.
So he dismissed them entirely, striving to focus on the matter at hand. The rabbit bounced away, and he could identify that accordingly, the birds gliding off into the distance, the squirrels chattering irritatingly into the next clearing.
But by the time he’d deciphered all of them – the dragon was upon him, nose pressed on his tail, and he hastened forth with a deepened tone of either bemusement, frustration, vexation, or a combination of all. Ridiculous, he laughed again, shaking his hound head as he attempted to bound forward and away, then swung to the left, deciding the dragon might not have had the chance to get away. This would be a chance, an opportunity, for swifter contortions against brawn and might.
How odd, to find himself the smaller, quicker one today.
Utilizing the advantage as much as he could, he dashed, sticking his muzzle out, striving to obtain a touch of scales before the rush of movement and motion all over again.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
