Post by Pesty on Sept 9, 2019 18:09:57 GMT -5
This was perfect he has the day off and has been spending it out in the Redwoods with his best friend. It's just a little after 5 PM and the evening is still bright out. He wants to find a perfect place to enjoy the sunset before heading back down the trail with Butcher. The plucky pooch is currently enjoying a break in the shade of an impressive tree, lapping from the silicone collapsible water bowl that Dris always carries on a hike. He has a small pack on him with a few snacks for both himself and his dog, water bottles and a med kit. He has his personal cellphone tucked away in there but there's never really anyone he texts or calls besides his siblings. Talking on the phone has never appealed to him, he would much rather have a face to face conversation than flit a few empty messages.
Overhead birds sing to one another and swoop in and out from the branches, catching insects to fill their bellies with the sun filtering through the canopy of the vast trees. He's careful not to tread on any plants along the trail, keeping to the beaten path while gathering up the water bowl from the eager Bull Terrier. Grinning through his beard down at the canine companion the shifter tilts his head, long hair tied up in a messy bun with oxbone plugs in his gauged earlobes. "Cooled off, Butchie? Come on, we're almost there, I can smell it!" he razzes, playfully nudging the dog's black and brown side with his shin. Butcher gives a bark in response and reels about, flashing his white chest and belly, before taking off further up the trail.
Taking a swig from his water bottle and tucking that back into his pack he quickly jogs after the excited pup. Shoot, hopefully there wasn't anyone up ahead, he can't see through the trees and Butcher is always pining for attention. As if Driskoll fucking neglects him in the corner of the attic all day. Since he's roughing it in the woods today, he's wearing a pair of black hiking boots, grey cargo pants and a thin sky blue long sleeve athletic top that's molded to his torso. Simple and comfortable for a hike through the woods. With a light groan the shifter rushes up the shaded trail after his barking dog. "Butcher! Heel!"
Tag: Moonstar
Overhead birds sing to one another and swoop in and out from the branches, catching insects to fill their bellies with the sun filtering through the canopy of the vast trees. He's careful not to tread on any plants along the trail, keeping to the beaten path while gathering up the water bowl from the eager Bull Terrier. Grinning through his beard down at the canine companion the shifter tilts his head, long hair tied up in a messy bun with oxbone plugs in his gauged earlobes. "Cooled off, Butchie? Come on, we're almost there, I can smell it!" he razzes, playfully nudging the dog's black and brown side with his shin. Butcher gives a bark in response and reels about, flashing his white chest and belly, before taking off further up the trail.
Taking a swig from his water bottle and tucking that back into his pack he quickly jogs after the excited pup. Shoot, hopefully there wasn't anyone up ahead, he can't see through the trees and Butcher is always pining for attention. As if Driskoll fucking neglects him in the corner of the attic all day. Since he's roughing it in the woods today, he's wearing a pair of black hiking boots, grey cargo pants and a thin sky blue long sleeve athletic top that's molded to his torso. Simple and comfortable for a hike through the woods. With a light groan the shifter rushes up the shaded trail after his barking dog. "Butcher! Heel!"
Tag: Moonstar