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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 He wonders at the power of the Furred-Heads that they should have such sway over beasts of surging muscle. Each bough-limb is a pillar for a trunk-like torso, sturdy and bowing to no manner of wind. Even the creatures whose bellies hang ripe with steady feeding are no less physically intimidating. How are they penned so easily? They could batter down these gaping wood-walls and take their freedom. Do they choose to stay? Wolfsong can't make sense of it. Perhaps it's fear of their masters— or love.
It does not matter what keeps them here, though; only that Wolfsong can make the leap onto one of their broad backs without injury.
"That one," he tells Sunstride from his steady perch on the fence. His head dips to a nearby horse, pelt brassy and neck bent to graze on straw. "That one is yours. Three seconds at least, but if you're thrown off before then you lose." He turns to grin crookedly at his nearby red-coated companion, single eye glittering. "Try not to break anything, beetle turd, least of all your skull. The hot air inside must be rotten by now and I've no desire to choke on it." Even as he insults him, Wolfsong crosses over to lean up and bump his forehead into Sunstride's.
//please wait for @SUNSTRIDE
It does not matter what keeps them here, though; only that Wolfsong can make the leap onto one of their broad backs without injury.
"That one," he tells Sunstride from his steady perch on the fence. His head dips to a nearby horse, pelt brassy and neck bent to graze on straw. "That one is yours. Three seconds at least, but if you're thrown off before then you lose." He turns to grin crookedly at his nearby red-coated companion, single eye glittering. "Try not to break anything, beetle turd, least of all your skull. The hot air inside must be rotten by now and I've no desire to choke on it." Even as he insults him, Wolfsong crosses over to lean up and bump his forehead into Sunstride's.
//please wait for @SUNSTRIDE