i promise you i will learn from all my mistakes
Few things might distract Tobi in this moment, given how fixated she is on the stick and the man on the banks throwing it for her. Few things indeed, and yet...As Tobi races toward the stick—who cares where he's thrown it?—suddenly the large canine stops dead in her tracks. Pausing, her ears perked forward and her nostrils twitching, Tobi's tail curls upwards, poised in a tight arch over her as her eyes scan the treeline. It isn't so much that her vision is particularly keen in this form, so much as she's looking for corroborating evidence for the information her nose has given her. Something in the wood smells both predatory, but also like...paint. Paint, and botanicals, a scent that registers instantly in her mind.
With a borderline-aggressive huff, Tobi darts forward, the stick forgotten. Her hackles are up, and despite her waterlogged coat, she suddenly looks much bigger than she had only moments ago. Trotting animatedly towards the treeline, she pauses just for a second, before snarling loudly enough to scar a few birds nearby, before shifting. Her yellow dress clings to her body revealing underwear lines and the contours of her body, but never mind that. Never mind how her hair is plastered to her neck and forehead, or the water that gushes out of her sandals (she really should have taken those off).
From his place on the bank, Finn will hear Tobi shout, "Ohhhh no. Absolutely not." In a tone that sounds as if she might be crossly chastizing a patient who has wandered out of bed. Disappearing into the trees, the sound of shouting will filter back across the meadow, the words lost in the rush of the waterfall.
With a borderline-aggressive huff, Tobi darts forward, the stick forgotten. Her hackles are up, and despite her waterlogged coat, she suddenly looks much bigger than she had only moments ago. Trotting animatedly towards the treeline, she pauses just for a second, before snarling loudly enough to scar a few birds nearby, before shifting. Her yellow dress clings to her body revealing underwear lines and the contours of her body, but never mind that. Never mind how her hair is plastered to her neck and forehead, or the water that gushes out of her sandals (she really should have taken those off).
From his place on the bank, Finn will hear Tobi shout, "Ohhhh no. Absolutely not." In a tone that sounds as if she might be crossly chastizing a patient who has wandered out of bed. Disappearing into the trees, the sound of shouting will filter back across the meadow, the words lost in the rush of the waterfall.
October
