White December

Apparently Rostislav didn't put up with anything when he was in a bad mood. Before she could even decide what to do next after the Earth God's command, he was stomping off, calling an order back to her. Pricking her ears mildly, suddenly alert from her depressed state, she simply decided she had no choice to follow. She respected him after all, even if he seemed a little more friendly with others than she, and she considered him to be one of her only true friends. Her steps quickened a little as she kept pace with him, a trap on her massive shoulders as she kept to his side. She didn't know if it was because of the fact that someone else was taking charge, or that them both being in a bad mood didn't seem to help their situation, but December's thoughts were soon leaving behind the little filly who rejected her, and focusing on her companion.

Soon he was barking another order, and she fought the urge to snort at him in annoyance. She had been bossing him around earlier after all, and he was in a foul mood now, so her adding on to it would solve nothing. Setting it down where he gestured, her eyes watched him as he approached the male up ahead, smoothly introducing himself and trying to appear friendly. It was this that caused the ivory vixen to snort, ignoring him and the filly that approached. She assumed the black one was with the sparkling boy, and batting her lashes slightly, she turned her form in search of a creature to grab. It took her a moment to realize where she was going, but a loud squeal erupted from the forest, causing her to look down. There beneath her hooves, was a raccoon, its tail tightly snug beneath her left one.

Pondering for a moment, she looked back to where the trap was, then back down at the furry creature. Deciding that she no longer cared, her lips parted and she gently gripped the scruff of the striped fluff, freeing its tail and lifting it off the ground, beginning to turn to place it into the trap. What she didn't expect to happen was for the rodent to retaliate. Suddenly claws were digging into her neck, and although it didn't hurt too much, the act startled her, causing her mouth to open and the creature to plop to the ground. At once it bolted, searching for a place to hide. Fortunately, it was dumb enough to think the trap, which she had encased with shrubs earlier, would suffice, and sailed right into it. Wasting no time she thundered forward, closing the latch swiftly and snorting, gripping the handle and beginning to walk back to the meadow, lightly bumping Rosti with her hip to get his attention.

"While you were wasting your time trying to be nice, I finished our task. Let's go."

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Tag: Rostislav
OOC: December and Rostislav. Destlov reporting for duty! Grabbed a raccoon.)>