Wolfwood grits his teeth even harder, feeling an unwelcome rush across his skin and down his spine, but he doesn't let Vash's face pressed into his neck deter him from his course. He just keeps plodding forward through the snow, his shoes completely soaked and wet, his and Vash's clothing blood drenched.
They both look like a fucking mess, so it's no wonder Zahliya leaves to get help. Meanwhile, Wolfwood is focused on the moose, who the very sight of fills him with trepidation. He IS willing and ready to blast it's head off if it makes a move (uh), but then he hears a voice, and he realizes.
It speaks. The moose is speaking to him. Okay.]
...that depends. Are you gonna let me back in town, or are you like those things back there?
[In reference to the rose hounds im so sorry hes being racist Vash isn't awake to control him]
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Wolfwood grits his teeth even harder, feeling an unwelcome rush across his skin and down his spine, but he doesn't let Vash's face pressed into his neck deter him from his course. He just keeps plodding forward through the snow, his shoes completely soaked and wet, his and Vash's clothing blood drenched.
They both look like a fucking mess, so it's no wonder Zahliya leaves to get help. Meanwhile, Wolfwood is focused on the moose, who the very sight of fills him with trepidation. He IS willing and ready to blast it's head off if it makes a move (uh), but then he hears a voice, and he realizes.
It speaks. The moose is speaking to him. Okay.]
...that depends. Are you gonna let me back in town, or are you like those things back there?
[In reference to the rose hounds im so sorry hes being racist Vash isn't awake to control him]