04-08-2022, 05:17 PM
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The ‘doody’ bit almost made Fomoir gag more than the stink of the too-near dung. It was a groaner of a joke, for sure, but the levity was welcome. Fomoir found his tail wagging, despite his gut-wrenching trepidation over what they were about to do…
”Ahh… *gag*… is that the, uhh, Tennessee technique?” Fomoir asked mid-retch, finding it difficult not to laugh. ”Or maybe, something taught by… Ugh, your uncle? The Tallahasee Tuck-And-Roll?”
Tennessee’s smack was well-earned after those jokes, and Fomoir took the pawsmack on the side with good humor. ”Oh, that’s foul… I’d return the favor but… you did such a good job… You sure this is your first time doing this?” Fomor dropped unceremoniously into the scent-markings, rolling and gagging before dropping onto his side and ‘side-running’ to spin himself around on the ground. He even went to far as to try to get his tail into some of the stuff.
After finishing up his work, he considered making another joke, but the looming danger they were about to face sobered him up. This scent-covering would, hopefully, mask them from the pack of clearly territorial tundra wolves in this region. If they were discovered invading these borders, covered in an attempt at camouflage, they’d surely be considered spies or thieves. Fomoir began to speak as they headed in, moving through the scattered trees and snowdrifts and white-covered shrubbery.
”Alright Tennessee, let’s find out what this valley holds for us. I figure if we can get through this, and up on the other side of that hilltop range to the north, we’ll be able to see far enough into the wastes and mountains to spot the lights.” He took a deep breath, then immediately gagged a little, but not as strongly as before. He was starting to get used to the fumes. What he wasn’t getting used to, however, was a feeling that he was taking this new arrival to the world into serious danger. Guilt and worry were in his heart. ”Tennessee, if we do run into trouble… I want you to flee. Right away. I’ve seen you move, and you’re a lot faster than I am in these snows. Probably not as fast as the natives are, but… if they come at us, I’ll try to talk to them, or distract them. Give you the chance to get out.”
”Ahh… *gag*… is that the, uhh, Tennessee technique?” Fomoir asked mid-retch, finding it difficult not to laugh. ”Or maybe, something taught by… Ugh, your uncle? The Tallahasee Tuck-And-Roll?”
Tennessee’s smack was well-earned after those jokes, and Fomoir took the pawsmack on the side with good humor. ”Oh, that’s foul… I’d return the favor but… you did such a good job… You sure this is your first time doing this?” Fomor dropped unceremoniously into the scent-markings, rolling and gagging before dropping onto his side and ‘side-running’ to spin himself around on the ground. He even went to far as to try to get his tail into some of the stuff.
After finishing up his work, he considered making another joke, but the looming danger they were about to face sobered him up. This scent-covering would, hopefully, mask them from the pack of clearly territorial tundra wolves in this region. If they were discovered invading these borders, covered in an attempt at camouflage, they’d surely be considered spies or thieves. Fomoir began to speak as they headed in, moving through the scattered trees and snowdrifts and white-covered shrubbery.
”Alright Tennessee, let’s find out what this valley holds for us. I figure if we can get through this, and up on the other side of that hilltop range to the north, we’ll be able to see far enough into the wastes and mountains to spot the lights.” He took a deep breath, then immediately gagged a little, but not as strongly as before. He was starting to get used to the fumes. What he wasn’t getting used to, however, was a feeling that he was taking this new arrival to the world into serious danger. Guilt and worry were in his heart. ”Tennessee, if we do run into trouble… I want you to flee. Right away. I’ve seen you move, and you’re a lot faster than I am in these snows. Probably not as fast as the natives are, but… if they come at us, I’ll try to talk to them, or distract them. Give you the chance to get out.”
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