Dendemille Mansion || Dawn
Clover 90 || Kolven 70
Drake went on to describe a specific spot to bury their unsavory loot. It struck Kolven as odd; was this really something worth being picky over? It truly didn't matter as long as their was some distance between them and it, but as he settled his trashing tail Kolven knew not to be bothered by it. If Drake wanted to keep the remains of his home pristine, for some mental comfort or semblance of the past or whatever, then who was he to judge? "I'm assuming your gardener wasn't very good then."
He jested, quickly taking his mind off the matter as Ark joined him in perching.
Considering Ark's plan for groups, he wondered how they could divide the three of them, two out and one scout? But the idea was shelved as Jack's voice called out to them all from the main room. "Looks like our supplies is a little low. Either we take a risk and go the pokemart to get stuff or ask Drake if he knows of a closer area."
Perhaps it was both of their large, sensitive ears, or the fact he was preoccupied and heading out, but Drake did not seem to here the call. Instead, Ark voiced his opinion, speaking loud enough the others could hear. "From this point though we will need to be careful with who and what we have around us. How we go out to hunt, scavenge. Grow things too, shouldn't be too hard right? Humans just grab a berry and stuff it in the ground."
The big cat made a point, and a viable food source was their immediate priority.
Though Kolven questioned the practicality of growing berry trees both quickly and in the snow he could not ponder it for more than a second before Drake called back to him. "Kolven, ack, Let's get rid of this. Ack, this stinks to high heaven."
His tail bobbed side to side; he could still smell it through his layer of ice? Again, he kept his thoughts to himself, saying "We'll keep out of the woods,"
to Ark before hopping down from the windowsill once again. Drake had picked up the ice cube, and the cat could only hope he wasn't being volunteered to dig through the icy soil. "Lead the way to this special spot of yours~"
Something about her fur didn't taste right. It didn't.. taste at all. As Clover licked and washed in her innate motion she had just enough awareness too feel as though she was licking an inanimate object. Like licking dirt off a stone surface, or trying to brush dust from a trodden path. It was weird, strange even, but not enough to make her stop the comforting motion. As she let the act play out the dog did not continue to talk. It let her mind relax, the hazy thoughts coming and going as they pleased in her foggy world. An intruding noise was enough to perk her remaining ear, and her hateful red eye locked on the shape of the approaching Braxian. Its prior bellowing was enough to make her stiffen, but her peaceful motion prevented any sort of action as she continued to wash. It walked by, no words, no hunters intent, and as the cat finished up she found herself neatly tucking her legs beneath her as she settled down once more. "I don't have any siblings. I envy you though. The joy of having siblings would have been great. Growing up without siblings made me feel lonely."
The hound spoke up, his somber voice almost ringing as though he was talking to no one. Siblings..
That was.. all she cared about. Her whiskers started to twitch, shoulders shuffling as faded memories of her littermates resurfaced. Why did she have to lose them, why were they all so far apart now? "I've lost... so many siblings.."
She wheezed, the smiling faces of her brothers feeling so far away. Esme's yellow eyes faded to the bloody memories of her loss, or Arsi, of being all alone for the first time.. "There's nothing without them."
She spoke coldly, her voice uncomfortably clear. Twisting her neck to look back at the window she wheezed once again, "Where.. is she..?"