[ the closer Abel gets, the more uneasy he becomes; there is something about their objective that isn't setting well with him, somehow. all the same, he's doing his best to suffocate the awkward prickle of tension and warning between his shoulder blades, creeping closer and closer as the Dulahan remains distracted.
as the creature lumbers through the bog, its large footfalls are creating enough noise that Abel's movements might be covered-- and he signals to Jun to be at the ready. he's nearly within arm's reach--
...but as his eyes finally settle on the Dulahan's... trophy, he seems to hesitate, footsteps faltering and going very still.
no subject
as the creature lumbers through the bog, its large footfalls are creating enough noise that Abel's movements might be covered-- and he signals to Jun to be at the ready. he's nearly within arm's reach--
...but as his eyes finally settle on the Dulahan's... trophy, he seems to hesitate, footsteps faltering and going very still.
oh no.
...oh no.
there may be a slight. hitch, in their plan, ]