Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Tanner came to a stop by a tree, resting his hand on the bark while he poked around in the dirt with his other hand. He shifted the dirt and mud aside, looking for anything that might resemble tracks, delicate but swift in his work. They had parted ways with the lad Eldor a short while ago, as he said he would. Tanner respected him, though he would not let it show. The world had few enough able body Hunters in it, and every blade that helped the Rangers was welcome, no matter the age.
"What disturbs me the most about all of this...is that I haven't seen the smallest trace of wildlife for days. I expected to start seeing some the further away we moved from civilization, but it seems to be the exact opposite. Either they have all moved on, or something has killed them all off in this territory. Both options bode ill for Oakheart. Wouldn't you agree, Madam Fuzz?" Tanner smiled at his own poor joke, a jibe he had used in one of their last scuffles. Things had gotten fierce, and in a desperate move Tanner had actually used his teeth. He had fur in his mouth for days afterwards. Even worse, he had lost that battle.
"Any thoughts?"
marshmarrow Hestialuna
"What disturbs me the most about all of this...is that I haven't seen the smallest trace of wildlife for days. I expected to start seeing some the further away we moved from civilization, but it seems to be the exact opposite. Either they have all moved on, or something has killed them all off in this territory. Both options bode ill for Oakheart. Wouldn't you agree, Madam Fuzz?" Tanner smiled at his own poor joke, a jibe he had used in one of their last scuffles. Things had gotten fierce, and in a desperate move Tanner had actually used his teeth. He had fur in his mouth for days afterwards. Even worse, he had lost that battle.
"Any thoughts?"
marshmarrow Hestialuna