Chemdog watches from the other side of his daughter, adjusting his position with a huff and resting his big head across her back. He only appears a little bored; in reality he is not bored at all, but thoroughly pleased so far. The teal of his eyes catches the dim light of a snuffed out moon just enough to reveal where his fixation lies, which is on the mother.
Kota smiles her ghost smile, letting out an exhale wrapped in small chuckle, soft as a cat’s footsteps. “We’re – ” the mother’s voice cuts through, but somehow it still blends with the quiet night. The pale mare smiles faintly, something offered for politeness rather than genuine joy to converse. The child has drawn her out of her cocoon, but normally she would not bother to approach strangers on the dark road and strike up some random conversation.
When he speaks up again it’s a little eerie how the corners of her pink lips curl just a bit deeper. The ghost woman has a fondness for mall children and it makes her slow beating heart ache. Where is her daughter? And her granddaughter? She hasn’t been to the hills of the rolling Meadow to check on them in quite some time. “Lost?” her ears flip forward, and so do her father’s, and his big voice drawls from his throat, “North, you say?” Through a smirk, he asks this rhetorical question. “We are not lost, no, but if you’d like some company; we are also traveling north…” She lies a little. They had no plans for north, but then again, they had no plans.
Chem can smell Taiga on their fur, the trees have a particular aroma that he’s always been sort of fond of. If he can smell it, he knows his bloodhound of a daughter does too. To Taiga, then? The painted pair exchange a very short glance before Chem peels himself away from laying across her back, moving off a few steps ahead of the direction they all might be heading in.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
@[Nashua]
