Beau (rivalen) wrote in emillion, |
“And now,” she stood, stretching her arms over her head, “I think I will hunt down some food before some of these giants with swords eat it all. Tomorrow’s soon enough for me to cower behind you.”
“Most definitely a puppy.” He remarked, a bemused expression as he informed her of that fact. All dogs had a bite though, even puppies.
Now that he was healed, he leaned back fully; who cared if his suit and armour got a little dirty from the dust and dirt? Rivalen had already rolled around in a ditch, nothing could be worse than that. “You better hurry, Ari, you’ve seen how these guys eat. If you’re not careful, they might decide to cook you up too.”
She stuck her tongue out at him -- perhaps more child than puppy, in this moment -- before she ran along.