#lauga

also a new piece with Lauga, my herding dog from ReturnOfTheDusk, dA

#lauga #vigne #pieddevigne #medoc #aquitaine (à Château De Lauga)

Lauga erupts into a fit of laughter, tears streaming down her face as she begins. "So, there I was, butt naked on a dolyak with a trail of grawl behind me, armed with nothing but a rope and a flagon of mead..."

Lauga turns to the tapping on her shoulder and replies, "Big? How big, and just how blue?"

It was cold. Extremely cold. The flurries had picked up around the duo, and Lauga wondered why they'd come this far. There was no guarantee that there would be anything to hunt up here, after all, the amount of other predators had picked up this year. She wandered aimlessly, Eder on her heels. A trail was needed, but she could not find one. She would just have to wait out the storm. Her hands reached to pull the fur hood over her head as she continued. "Ed. Shelter," she barked, and her companion ran ahead of her.

"Come on, Ed. We have to go," Lauga said, and she gently jostled her lazy companion. He yawned. "This armor isn't going to deliver itself, y'know. It's why we've been hunting so much. The refugees are in need." Eder stood slowly, yawning once more. "Good boy! C'mon! Rise and shine!" She encouraged, reaching into the breast pocket of her coat to pull out some dried meat. It seemed to be motivation enough, as the oversized kitten trotted happily to snatch it from her hands. "Good boy! C'mon, now - we don't want to be late again!"