Well I won't say no to industrious idealism.The chief replied, grinning.
I'm Nate Ronan, pleased to meet you Etienne.
Then back to the deer.
In my old country, I was a uh... Ranch... Paw.Lip pursed.
Well, basically it was my job to look after the herds, y'know? We took care of what fed us.If Etienne had only ever been a wolf, hopefully the idea would make sense. If not, hopefully they knew what he was talking about,
Sometimes after the rain, calves would get stuck in the mud. Wear 'emselves out trying to get loose.
Frantic mothers, frightened newborns. If he'd had a rope and a horse this would be no trouble to solve. But all he had now were paws, teeth, and the industriousness of his mind.
If it was a particularly protective mama, we'd have one fella run interference, keep her busy. The other would haul in and get the kid free. Patch it up if need be. Then we'd all book it so they could reunite. Couldn't do that on my own, but now...
Nate lifted his brows with mischievous glee.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
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