08-04-2018, 02:54 PM
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Weird little naked things with feathers that seemed to the culprits behind all the commotion here. Snare had never seen anything like them yet, and he didn’t quite know what to make of them.
”….What are those?” He would question to nobody in particular, moving into a crouching position with his ears down and his pale optics big like saucers as he stared at the newborn dinosaurs, the fuzzy length of his tiny tail twitching about. He pressed his chin to his front paws, his posture and expression both cautious and curious.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]”What’s making all that noise?!” The slightly annoyed exclamation of the wolf puppy was quite possibly the most direct that Snare had been in his short life so far. He would find himself making big stomping motions in the ground as he approached the small crowd and the noises coming from the center of the gathering. It was yet again another attempt by himself to seem larger than life when in reality he still resembled a scraggly skinny furball than anything that could be seen as even mildly intimidating. Snare would stick his nose past his fellow crewmates, only for his pales eye to be met something…weird.Weird little naked things with feathers that seemed to the culprits behind all the commotion here. Snare had never seen anything like them yet, and he didn’t quite know what to make of them.
”….What are those?” He would question to nobody in particular, moving into a crouching position with his ears down and his pale optics big like saucers as he stared at the newborn dinosaurs, the fuzzy length of his tiny tail twitching about. He pressed his chin to his front paws, his posture and expression both cautious and curious.