Falls

Falling snow muffled the sounds around her, reducing her world to the small bubble in her periphery. All that mattered was faint light of the far-off sunset as it was quickly buried by clouds, and the tiny ring of trodden snow-slush from her absent-minded pawing as she grazed. It was not even a week into the cold season yet, but Grier almost wished she were back in Paradise, where food grew in more places than not. It was a strange, startling realization to make about herself, and her face contorted in a grimace. Thank the gods yon numpty cannae hear ma thoughts, she mused, her petite ears flicking back in annoyance. Sure as tomorrow comes 'e'd come tae escort me back.

Her further thoughts - colorful as they often were when it came to Rougaru - were cut off by a flurry of black and white racing towards her. Shock froze her in place for half of a second before her defiance overruled it and she spun to face the attacker head-on. Grier was no combatant, and if he really meant to pummel her she'd stand little chance. From her experience, however, standing in place and shouting had gotten her far further than any amount of kicking ever had. "Oy!" She snapped, glaring balefully. "No ye don't-" she cut off abruptly as he got closer, choosing to snap her teeth just short of him when he finally stopped. "Jus' what did ye think ye were doin', ye daft bugger?!"

Pointing her muzzle at his face she stalked forward as she'd often witnessed Monster and Zjeena do when it was time to move the Paradisian herd to new grazing. Regardless of whether the hefty monochrome creature moved or not, she continued berating him. "I get I'm no verra big, but surely ye aren't blind as well as dumb." And then with a final stomp of her petite foreleg, she gestured off and away from herself grumpily. "Go'on then. Git. I didna ask fer yer company, now did I?"

And then her irritation fueled haze abated enough for her to see the chagrin on his face from his earlier approach and she softened irritably, turning a half pace away. "Ach," she grumped, glaring at him from one eye. "If ye must, try again." She gestured abruptly to him and beyond pointedly. "Either git, or turn around and greet me proper, ye wee bampot."