#wallock

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

Tom, hes tring to have a smoke

@fear-my-giggles yknow, after all these years, I dont think I've ever tried to draw bee :V and wallocks being as stubborn as ever and I've gone trough so many layers trying to get him right

Human? They’d heard of the bonds that could be made with animals, loyal companions, though they’d never experienced it themselves..On second thought, gaster was pretty cat-like, even compared to some of the actual cat-monsters. Did that count? A friend? A warmth spread in their soul, their face bubbling and coloring in a teal blush. “Thank you. Y_.” They cut themselves of as wallock escorted the bunny woman and child into the tent.

“If there aren’t anymore, they’ll simply patrol and set up watch posts around the village.” They sat down with her. “Gaster is a good general. He wouldn’t send the troops into unnecessary danger.” They couldn’t assure that casualties wouldn’t happen. Humans were strong and persistent. The village was quiet for the most part. Troops were partied up and sent to patrol. Gaster took a party of his own to the bakery. They found a small group of humans holed up in there; rats hiding in the cracks. Something still felt off.

Wallock's purr got a bit louder, accompanied with a pleased hum. The scar was much more emotionally sensitive than anything. If anything, physically it was numb, dead flesh, atleast on the surface.