Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2023 5:40:51 GMT
The ground was still wet from the earlier rain showers that had occurred during the morning hours. The squishing feeling of the damp foliage and moist earth was not a pleasant one to the terrier. In fact, Tuk'endirani would go so far as to state the experience was downright unpleasant. A huff of intolerance passed his dark lips, urging the mustache-like fur bordering his mouth to flutter at the pressure.
The dreariness of the mid-afternoon was only accentuated by the territory the mutt had found himself in. Kah'ren's forest. Even the thought of the place sent a spark of annoyance up his spine, prodding at the back of his brain. Supposedly the Rith'r Flik and the Why'o clans would peacefully share the territory - and thus far they had - but he had a bad feeling about the bigger canna. He had always had a problem with the larger breeds. They tended to think they were better or "more than" those of his stature. Sure, individuals could grow to get along. Friendships occurred at all shapes and sizes. But for two whole clans - it seemed like they were asking for a bit much. When the Why'o dogs' inevitable betrayal occurred he would be sure to be there, not to gloat, never to gloat, but to protect those of his clan and their chief. He trusted Li'Aba, but he could not bring himself to trust the Why'os.
Lowering his head, he snuffled at the ground in an attempt to pick up any scent that wasn't the heavy, damp scent of rain-washed greenery. Lout. It was the reason he had set out for this shared territory. The Rith'r Flik had mouths to feed and the new face who had shown up as a thief in the night at their proverbial doorstep seemed set on eating them all out of house and home. Plus, getting out of the rail yard and away from the ren's nipping had seemed the much more appealing option.
Tuk looked over at his partner, Huli, who had opted to step out to see what they could gather up along with him. With a smirk and a wag of his tail he spoke up in a good-natured tone reserved solely for his fellow Rith'r Fliks. "Eh, Huli! Let me know if you happen across the scent of a nini'muk, won't you? All I'm gettin' over here is rain."
The dreariness of the mid-afternoon was only accentuated by the territory the mutt had found himself in. Kah'ren's forest. Even the thought of the place sent a spark of annoyance up his spine, prodding at the back of his brain. Supposedly the Rith'r Flik and the Why'o clans would peacefully share the territory - and thus far they had - but he had a bad feeling about the bigger canna. He had always had a problem with the larger breeds. They tended to think they were better or "more than" those of his stature. Sure, individuals could grow to get along. Friendships occurred at all shapes and sizes. But for two whole clans - it seemed like they were asking for a bit much. When the Why'o dogs' inevitable betrayal occurred he would be sure to be there, not to gloat, never to gloat, but to protect those of his clan and their chief. He trusted Li'Aba, but he could not bring himself to trust the Why'os.
Lowering his head, he snuffled at the ground in an attempt to pick up any scent that wasn't the heavy, damp scent of rain-washed greenery. Lout. It was the reason he had set out for this shared territory. The Rith'r Flik had mouths to feed and the new face who had shown up as a thief in the night at their proverbial doorstep seemed set on eating them all out of house and home. Plus, getting out of the rail yard and away from the ren's nipping had seemed the much more appealing option.
Tuk looked over at his partner, Huli, who had opted to step out to see what they could gather up along with him. With a smirk and a wag of his tail he spoke up in a good-natured tone reserved solely for his fellow Rith'r Fliks. "Eh, Huli! Let me know if you happen across the scent of a nini'muk, won't you? All I'm gettin' over here is rain."
