[While Xemnas continues to pack, his starter and secondary deal with ...whoever it is out here. And a small, very noisy growlithe, doing exactly what growlithes do. It's very obvious neither deer nor zebra are put off at ALL by the noise of the little fire-dog, though the expression that crosses the sawsbuck's muzzle looks somehow terribly amused. Even if he's a grass-type and that little thing is a firetype, the difference in strength was simply too different for the puppy-pokemon to be any danger.
That Terra's body language is one of imminent threat and warning does however get a warning; both turn away immediately, their body language immediately shifting to their own species' methods of appeasement. They were certain they could handle a lone human and his growlithe, but if there was no need to fight they wouldn't bother.
But when directly spoken to, the zebstrika swivels back around, small ears perking up. And then very deliberately she nods. Whatever else, she seems to understand being spoken to. A toss of that striped head seems to indicate the fire, as her teammate circles around behind to block escape venues. The best way clearly, is forward. It's the sawbsuck that addresses the growlithe in a rustle of his leaf-antlers.]
::We already have a master, and we're quite happy where we are. Come.::
[Something else catches his attention though, now that he's downwind. The sawsbuck's head comes up, nostrils flaring. Another sniff or two, and then Terra's personal space is invaded by a sniffing Sorrow, who is distinctly being inquisitive about this - but a moment later steps back and away with a snort. That's.. interesting.
It doesn't stop him from trying to herd Terra and his growlithe in the right direction.]
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Date: 2013-11-25 07:02 am (UTC)That Terra's body language is one of imminent threat and warning does however get a warning; both turn away immediately, their body language immediately shifting to their own species' methods of appeasement. They were certain they could handle a lone human and his growlithe, but if there was no need to fight they wouldn't bother.
But when directly spoken to, the zebstrika swivels back around, small ears perking up. And then very deliberately she nods. Whatever else, she seems to understand being spoken to. A toss of that striped head seems to indicate the fire, as her teammate circles around behind to block escape venues. The best way clearly, is forward. It's the sawbsuck that addresses the growlithe in a rustle of his leaf-antlers.]
::We already have a master, and we're quite happy where we are. Come.::
[Something else catches his attention though, now that he's downwind. The sawsbuck's head comes up, nostrils flaring. Another sniff or two, and then Terra's personal space is invaded by a sniffing Sorrow, who is distinctly being inquisitive about this - but a moment later steps back and away with a snort. That's.. interesting.
It doesn't stop him from trying to herd Terra and his growlithe in the right direction.]