- ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ɪ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴀ ɴ ─ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇᴠᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ◆
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- A whimsical, profound, and charming spot of laughter dripped from his ebony lips; curving around his teeth and slowly spilling down his chin into the atmosphere. It was a tad unusual of him to do so, though not unheard of in the calling off arrogance from other pack mates. It was something he was used to, but at the same time, the foolishness around the pack wasn't unheard of either. He let his volcanic gaze sit on his leader, nodding at him with every word he spoke until he, himself, had heard enough. It was rather nice how everyone had begun to gather now, it made it easier on him, he wouldn't have to drag someone by their ears to get off their ass. "Alright, Finnigan and the One who Speaks with Broken Jaw... I do suppose it's time for you to go on a hunting party. I heard a few hooves hit the floor this morning, I hope you'll find exactly where they went and bring them back. As for myself, I'll be heading to patrol and mark the borders. If anyone would like to come, that's fine with me." He turned and nodded once more at Bishop, looking at the pack members before allowing his body to turn in direction towards the north side of the border.
[ heavy english ] [ mood: amused ] [ bishop's right-paw ] [ male ] [ 5 years ] [ tags: bishop, neith, finnigan, nikkita, others ] [ location: creek, pack ]