Talia paws at the forest floor in frustration as she watches their safe passage disappear over the horizon. As unfortunate as Fuqh'it's loss may be, she can't help but feel it was an inevitable end for their compulsive companion. An end that cost them in more ways than one. The young assimar lets out a low growl, her brilliant orange fur withdrawing in on itself, razor sharp claws dulling into pale flesh. She kneels in the grass, stroking the greenery absently before standing to stretch.
Well that could've gone better she sighs bitterly before signalling for BoBo to desist his "act natural" routine. The over grown bear peaks out innocently from behind a berry bush he'd been "hiding" behind, his jowls coated in a thin layer of blue. Talia rubs at a pinch in her neck, her energy drained. I'm all for being done for the day she yawns, ready to make camp.