White December

Before she knew it they were moving again, bringing the snarling creature to the boat, and listening to the next task. Soon Rostislav was moving once again, making her follow his lead until they had returned once more to the deep forest. It wasn't really her favorite place to be, but she just wanted to get this over with, and so just kept quiet, letting him walk forward with the cart following behind. Soon they were with two unicorns, one scraping against a tree with its horns, which caused the white to wince in an annoyance, before turning to Rostislav, who was suddenly deep in concentration.

The earth shook beneath her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise, and around them dirt and rocks began to lift from the ground, throwing themselves loose and lying still once the tremors stopped. Was this magic that Rosti was using? It was quite impressive, and once she thought he was finished, she began grabbing dirts and rocks, along with a few smaller saplings that had been upturned due to the eruption. She almost didn't notice the brute's change in demeanor, until she finished packing and turned to see him wobbling. Without even thinking she pressed her side to his, holding him steady as steel eyes gazed at him intently, searching for any sign of injury. Finding none, she looked around, seeing others approach, eyeing them all with her calm gaze, surveying if any would take advantage of his weak situation.

It was when the tiger approached that the hairs on her back stood on end, and without thinking she was pushing herself between the smaller draft and herself, knowing that predators honed in on weakness. She seemed civil, saying hello to the earlier unicorn, before looking at all of them. When their eyes met she furrowed her brows, daring her to try and make a move towards her or her partner. She knew that if they were to clash, it would be a rough battle, for although December had a height advantage, the beast had claws and teeth and can grip into her tender flesh and rip down to the bones. If that was what she had to endure though to protect Rosti, then she would, for losing her only friend... that would be something she wouldn't know how to handle.

Once she thought Rosti had gained enough energy to move on, she tenderly pushed him in the direction towards the meadow, taking the cart from his shoulder and slipping beneath it so she could now pull. Her eyes were soft now, looking at him and only him, and although her expression was still rather stoic, she was still gentle, and with a softer voice she spoke,"Let us go, we've got enough supplies. Lean on me if you need the support."

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Tag: Rostislav
OOC: December and Rostislav. Destlov reporting for duty! Grabbed some dirt and shit.)>