8/17/2025, 3:11 AM
Häti's nose and Murgrind's muscular side become quick friends as she can feel her body scrunch up like a slinky allowed to settle into it's natural state. There's no gave, save for the wobble of blubbery flesh that barely shifts with the entire weight of this little coyote pelting itself into Murgrind's immense bulk. It's so light, even, that Murgrind doesn't heed that pitiful attempt of a shoulder-mounting, continuing to thunder down the beach with loud, gravelly scrapes of paws across the ground.
"Guard our names?" comes her voice, ruddy and wholly befuddled at the mere idea. Brows, though white on white, raise and crease her sloped forehead, giving the little scrap of fur a sideye. "Naw. I just . . . " Socially, the bear's utterly inept, dull to the more pointed topics of conversation. Her mind's gone and glossed over the request for her name. "Well 'äti, 'm Mugrind." It's a symphonic name, turned guttural by that harsh accent she bears like teeth. "Don't thinks I got me's any sticks up there, but who knows!" ANother low, whooping laugh, more to herself than to the coyote.
"So why's you followin' me?"
"Guard our names?" comes her voice, ruddy and wholly befuddled at the mere idea. Brows, though white on white, raise and crease her sloped forehead, giving the little scrap of fur a sideye. "Naw. I just . . . " Socially, the bear's utterly inept, dull to the more pointed topics of conversation. Her mind's gone and glossed over the request for her name. "Well 'äti, 'm Mugrind." It's a symphonic name, turned guttural by that harsh accent she bears like teeth. "Don't thinks I got me's any sticks up there, but who knows!" ANother low, whooping laugh, more to herself than to the coyote.
"So why's you followin' me?"
Häti is permitted in any thread Murgrind is in.