A giant wasp buzzed overhead, clipping rudely into the conversation the does had paused to eavesdrop on.
“It was so—“ “I know! It’s so pretty!” “You mean terrifying. Did you even pay attention to its—“ “Oh don’t be a baby.” “Not wanting to endanger my life on your vaguely suicidal—“ “Dramatic, much?” “—desire to study animals that can kill, is not infantile.” “Big word, did you think up yourself?” “Do you want a beetle?”
A shriek from the scarred buck and a loud guffaw from the tiny doe ended the conversation altogether.
Inevitable lifted her face where it had been shielded by a felled trunk. Well if that hadn’t been interesting, it certainly hadn't been informative. It would have helped to know what the duo had been discussing (damn wasps). A creature that the buck had found pretty, and the doe, not so much. She blew out a breath, cutting a pointed a gaze to her sister.
“Of course, it’d be too much to actually hear what they’d seen,” she snorted, eyes rolling upward, unimpressed with Fate and their games. Not that she’d expected different; death was the only thing that she believed could ever be counted on. And even then… She smirked, “Three rabbits, it was nothing more than a basic caiman.”
The doe flipped long tresses of hair as a biting fly tried to n** at her ear. While the living may have been thwarted, the metaphorical succeeded as curiosity’s curved fangs sunk into her attention. She wondered, what had they seen. Was it large or small—certainly bigger than a mere beetle. What had terrified the doe—size, claws, jaws… It could have been anything.
“It was probably nothing,” she dismissed aloud. And yet, maybe… “What do you think?”
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