[Down here, no light can penetrate. What the temple doesn't cover, every rocky, cliffside formation— convex and concave alike— lies far, far below the past-noon sun's sprawling reach. And without its threatening glare in present play, it's easy for him to waddle up along his perch to get a better look at offered transport, craning his neck from left to right. Swiveling again (to check the thickness for himself) and again (to gauge its security. The thoroughness of it all.
It's a snort that says he's satisfied. A flick of his ears forwards, and then:]
I do wonder if anything doesn't smell good to that newfound nose you've plucked up from the Weave. Oh but my my my, what a grand conveyance— I expected no less of you.
[And yet his beady eyes sink lower, marking the sight of trembling haunches. Muscles vibrating with energy underneath layers of fur and skin.
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It's a snort that says he's satisfied. A flick of his ears forwards, and then:]
I do wonder if anything doesn't smell good to that newfound nose you've plucked up from the Weave. Oh but my my my, what a grand conveyance— I expected no less of you.
[And yet his beady eyes sink lower, marking the sight of trembling haunches. Muscles vibrating with energy underneath layers of fur and skin.
Ah.
An addendum:]
Good boy.