...Horus makes no sense, Fenris has decided. No sense at all. Less sense than the little man named Clint. He can have his crunchy, stony, mortal-y squirrels. Fenris will have the furry, squishy ones.
He does slow down in his trot, though, but waiting is boring. Waiting means he has to sit and think.
OH, BUT HE HAS A GOOD IDEA. HE WILL CAMOUFLAGE HIMSELF. He flips himself over on his back and starts making his own wolf-angels in the snow, and when he gets back up again, he's covered in white and so, so proud of himself. "You can't see me now!"
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6/12/13 19:14 (UTC)He does slow down in his trot, though, but waiting is boring. Waiting means he has to sit and think.
OH, BUT HE HAS A GOOD IDEA. HE WILL CAMOUFLAGE HIMSELF. He flips himself over on his back and starts making his own wolf-angels in the snow, and when he gets back up again, he's covered in white and so, so proud of himself. "You can't see me now!"