There's a rushing scuffle of paws on leaves, a thump, and a snarl.
"Get down from there and go home! I know you understand me!"
Nightfall is stalking in frustrated circles under a tree. She's going into her second year as part of the carnival and has a few more obvious changes: the black wolf is larger than her kind have any right to be, for one, and acid green fae marks shift across the fur of her shoulders as she paces.
Above her head, perched on a branch of the tree, is one of the Ringmaster's will o' wisps. It glows with perfect innocence as Nightfall takes another flying leap, trying and failing to either reach the branch or scare it down.
Trying To Leaf
Someone is making some noise, it seems.
There's a rushing scuffle of paws on leaves, a thump, and a snarl.
"Get down from there and go home! I know you understand me!"
Nightfall is stalking in frustrated circles under a tree. She's going into her second year as part of the carnival and has a few more obvious changes: the black wolf is larger than her kind have any right to be, for one, and acid green fae marks shift across the fur of her shoulders as she paces.
Above her head, perched on a branch of the tree, is one of the Ringmaster's will o' wisps. It glows with perfect innocence as Nightfall takes another flying leap, trying and failing to either reach the branch or scare it down.
"Stop mocking me!"
It doesn't stop mocking her.