Steal the Show [open]

[Lurok]

[ooc] ...

A swift breeze disturbed the otherwise still woodland. A few golden-brown leaves rose into the air a few feet before falling back to earth once more. The molting limbs of a handful of trees rustled against one another, creating an eerie cackling sound. Then the wind died down as quickly as it had come, leaving the forest a few degrees cooler.

Two eyes of golden brown gazed intently ahead. They were fixated on the small form not ten feet in front of them, the rather fat hare that stood on its hind feet looking around, its pink nose twitching furiously. Lurok held his breath as the lera looked over his way. A leaf fell on his head, and reflexively he flicked his orange ear. The rabbit bolted, and the little dragga flew after it. After a few moments though it was clear the creature had gotten away, its fluffy white tail disappearing down a small burrow. A frown formed on Lurok's face as he shoved his snout down the hole. Nothing came of it. It wasn't that he was hungry, more that the rabbit was teasing and taunting him, and he wanted to eat something. With wounded pride he wandered a few feet before turning and trotting back to the hole and beginning to dig.

A few minutes produced a mess of a hole and a very dirty Lurok. Earth covered his once-gray face and debris littered his coat and paws. Panting he threw himself on the little dirt pile he'd created. "Well shucks." He muttered.

[Grell]

Grell stirred sleepily and pried open a lazy gaze, his eyes half-lidded and drooping. There was a thin curve to his face, a partial grin, that spoke more about how comfortable he was than words would ever do. The warm sunlight on his back, and the occasional caress of a soft, cool breeze was more than a welcome reprieve from the past few days, and a moment's piece was worth more than he had ever imagined it could be. He grunted happily, and closed his eyes, waiting for the next bout of sleepiness to take hold and give him yet another contented nap. But he rustled in his bed of dry leaves, and twitched when the many tiny feet of a centipede scurried over his shoulder, and when he heard the disheartened mutter of some varg of an unfortunate nature, Grell knew he wasn't going to have the luxury of relaxation any more today. He sighed and his eyelids flew open, and angrily he thought: Not even for one day? One stupid day?

Regrettable, he thought he heard the wind say. Lamentable, whispered the trees. "Oh, get some other poor wolf to do your dirty work," said Grell, but he pushed himself up from his nest and gave himself a good shake anyway. Briefly, he wondered what would happen if he decided to ignore the plight of his fellow wolf, and walk away. Surely Fenris wouldn't be pleased. Grell scowled up at the blazing white sun in his throne of periwinkle blue seas and thin white ships, but he realized he wouldn't be happy if it began raining tomorrow, or if it started to snow. Wouldn't it just be easier to smite me, and get it over with? Grell thought, but if truth be told, he was rather pleased that Fenris hadn't decided to do just that. Sure, the wolf god was probably saving up something especially big for Grell, something no doubt painful but quite amusing - for the god anyway, Grell didn't think he would be amused - but at least it hadn't happened yet.

He stepped off toward the other wolf, half hoping that somehow he would get lost on the way there, but he came within sight of the smaller gray pup within a few strides. Grell was a little taken aback at how close he had been, but shook off his concern and plopped down on his rump. He stared with badly-concealed amusement when he realized what the cub had been upset about; a lost bunny. Grell had had plenty of those episodes, and he recalled them with a bit of a sour expression, but he decided that he didn't want to relive through that embarrassment by sharing stories of his failures to an utter stranger. Especially a younger cub. They were notorious for spreading rumors; a small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth at that thought. Those had been some good days, back at the den. Instead, he would try a subtler tactic. "Too bad," he said, nodding toward the hole. "Maybe if you knew where it's exit hole was, you coulda got it."