Mateo
"Ah, merda!" Already climbing to his feet as the first of Ever's yelps hits the air, by the time Mateo actually manages to jog over to where shepherd is fighting with some thorny shrub, his canine friend has well and truly gotten himself in (and this a technical term) a bit of a pickle.
"Ever, hang on--" Mateo is trying to say, reaching in to disentangle fur and paws from snarls of prickly thorns, gaining more than a few scratches himself in the process. "Alright, nearly there," he assures his friend, and with a little more coaxing and blood, he's at least managed to free the aviator.
"That blink hare had a mean streak!" He scowls, backing up so they can put some distance between themselves and the undergrowth, and Mateo can look at Ever properly.
"Ever, hang on--" Mateo is trying to say, reaching in to disentangle fur and paws from snarls of prickly thorns, gaining more than a few scratches himself in the process. "Alright, nearly there," he assures his friend, and with a little more coaxing and blood, he's at least managed to free the aviator.
"That blink hare had a mean streak!" He scowls, backing up so they can put some distance between themselves and the undergrowth, and Mateo can look at Ever properly.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
