[private] a melody to open their eyes

[Tamlin]

Tamlin was always pretty good at preoccupying himself with his own thoughts - it was a talent - but he much preferred to have someone else distract him. The bony nub of his tail practically wags when he hears someone approach and his own voice holds absolutely none of the hesitation in the one that calls out. “Hello!!” He moves towards the voice and emerges from around a tree to find a new friend and a bit of a mess on the ground. Tamlin’s eyes, which work perfectly fine even though they are invisible at the moment, catch on the leftovers of a deer carcass. Lockie and the rest were getting pretty sloppy in their old age, it might be up to Tamlin to teach the next generation of pups some manners. “Oh, that’s just from the wolves. They’re usually a little cleaner but today they were more agitated than normal.” Tamlin does not, for the moment, mention that it was his own blend of restlessness and laziness that had been making them agitated in the first place. “Nothing sinister going on here at all.” And he would be wearing a dazzling, prize-worthy smile if he had any flesh on his bones. As it was, his skulled head merely tilted to the side to regard the purple mare and hope that she does not mistake him for one of the monsters. Surely none of them were quite so chatty, were they? t a m l i n

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@[Wishbone]