RONIN
Pfffff, this is easy. Even without paws or a shift that’s even remotely cut out for digging, Ronin is convinced they’ll be done within the hour at this rate. Then - obviously - the world gives him a tap on the shoulder and explains to him why that won’t be the case. But if only it were that polite about it.
Ants swarm out of the hole and up his right foreleg, causing the deer to spring backwards unhappily. Oh how about no, he says, giving the hoof an unhappy shake only for the ants to go absolutely nowhere. So Ronin does the stupid logical thing and generally tries to buck and shake them off, likely going staggering into Jata at the same time.
Ronin responds to the inconvenience by losing his gods damned mind, you’re welcome.
Ants swarm out of the hole and up his right foreleg, causing the deer to spring backwards unhappily. Oh how about no, he says, giving the hoof an unhappy shake only for the ants to go absolutely nowhere. So Ronin does the stupid logical thing and generally tries to buck and shake them off, likely going staggering into Jata at the same time.
Ronin responds to the inconvenience by losing his gods damned mind, you’re welcome.
