10-30-2018, 01:38 PM
“Hunting is primal. If I wanted ta’really be lazy, I could just wander into the nearest town and snatch a hotdog or something.” Thatcher grinned at his own comment. It was a scenario he’d only been involved in a few times before as he and his family used to always snatch up a few critters from the glades, but in his present situation, it might be something he’d one day actually have to resort to. He didn’t know whether to laugh or pout over that fact.
Thatcher took a tentative step back when the other stood in front of him. He paused, presumably thinking, and then laughed a little. “Maybe! Like this?” Quickly does Thatcher aim to duck beneath the taller canid; his form was slender and lithe, built more so for speed and agility than sheer strength. “I like to think I could scamper off pretty fast if I wanted,” he teased, hoping to pop out behind the alpha without being stopped beforehand. “Flight over fight. I couldn’t /actually/ fight you... or anyone your size.”
Thatcher took a tentative step back when the other stood in front of him. He paused, presumably thinking, and then laughed a little. “Maybe! Like this?” Quickly does Thatcher aim to duck beneath the taller canid; his form was slender and lithe, built more so for speed and agility than sheer strength. “I like to think I could scamper off pretty fast if I wanted,” he teased, hoping to pop out behind the alpha without being stopped beforehand. “Flight over fight. I couldn’t /actually/ fight you... or anyone your size.”