[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]they were attracting more newcomers than usual. most, rory observed, derived from the same family. max and cass with an injured brother — that he can't recall the name of — at bedrest. three was a crowd , for five was a convocation. jesus , were their parents humans or rabbits ? rory would put that in question for the days to come.
it's not relatively bad of a day. he looks forward for more tolerable days, where one t-shirt and one jacket was enough , where he'd actually go outside by choice. as he treads through the snow, oakley prances behind him, occasionally stopping to give a good whiff at every tree, every plant sticking from the ground. rory exhibited an impressive amount of patience with oakley. had that been anyone else, he'd been dragging them along by their third distraction.
they're making their rounds back to the lodge when oakley stops again for the eighth time — yes, he's counting — face burying into the terrain beneath him. as if he were the bitch on a leash, rory stops, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets. suddenly, oakley perks with a light wag of his tail, the indication that he has spotted a sign of life — and please god don't let it be a squirrel — "what do you see , boy?" kneeling down to rory's eye level, he scans the tree lines until he spots it; two indviduals stand ways away from them. close enough for him to see them, far enough away for them to not notice him if they weren't actively checking their surroundings. "good find, boy." he murmurs, giving him a good rub on his side before straightening up, hand brushing brushing the pistol in his pocket just in case.
rory would call for back up, but not just yet. he inches closer, is able to nearly hone in on their conversation. they seem to be having some kind of lovers' quarrel? siblings? one leaving the other, the other upset. the quarrel unfolds, just briefly, before both seem to realize where they were. — rory may have been briefly taken, entertained in whatever the hell just went down, but now might be a good time to call. withdrawing the walkie from his waistband, he brings it up to his lips. "stranger on the territory."
now, for the formalities. say they were dangerous, the last thing the lodge needed was them near it. "as entertaining as that was" he saunters out brandishing a deadpan expression; oakley moving from behind his heels to take cautious steps in forward. "I'm gonna need you to stop here just a sec'. boss should be here any moment I'm assuming you're here for flintlock, because you two couldn't be any louder. but for what exactly?" now that he looks at them, they seem harmless. that's why he let's oakley advance forward, greeting him with a slow wag of his tail. "don't worry. he don't bite."
it's not relatively bad of a day. he looks forward for more tolerable days, where one t-shirt and one jacket was enough , where he'd actually go outside by choice. as he treads through the snow, oakley prances behind him, occasionally stopping to give a good whiff at every tree, every plant sticking from the ground. rory exhibited an impressive amount of patience with oakley. had that been anyone else, he'd been dragging them along by their third distraction.
they're making their rounds back to the lodge when oakley stops again for the eighth time — yes, he's counting — face burying into the terrain beneath him. as if he were the bitch on a leash, rory stops, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets. suddenly, oakley perks with a light wag of his tail, the indication that he has spotted a sign of life — and please god don't let it be a squirrel — "what do you see , boy?" kneeling down to rory's eye level, he scans the tree lines until he spots it; two indviduals stand ways away from them. close enough for him to see them, far enough away for them to not notice him if they weren't actively checking their surroundings. "good find, boy." he murmurs, giving him a good rub on his side before straightening up, hand brushing brushing the pistol in his pocket just in case.
rory would call for back up, but not just yet. he inches closer, is able to nearly hone in on their conversation. they seem to be having some kind of lovers' quarrel? siblings? one leaving the other, the other upset. the quarrel unfolds, just briefly, before both seem to realize where they were. — rory may have been briefly taken, entertained in whatever the hell just went down, but now might be a good time to call. withdrawing the walkie from his waistband, he brings it up to his lips. "stranger on the territory."
now, for the formalities. say they were dangerous, the last thing the lodge needed was them near it. "as entertaining as that was" he saunters out brandishing a deadpan expression; oakley moving from behind his heels to take cautious steps in forward. "I'm gonna need you to stop here just a sec'. boss should be here any moment I'm assuming you're here for flintlock, because you two couldn't be any louder. but for what exactly?" now that he looks at them, they seem harmless. that's why he let's oakley advance forward, greeting him with a slow wag of his tail. "don't worry. he don't bite."