Nakhtmin's jaw ached! He hadn't realized quite how heavy baboons were. Not that it had stopped him, no! But he certainly felt a dip in the oasis of the nearby Cuesta well-deserved, after such a performance.
His baboon did not seem to agree. When he set her down to explain, she bolted.
Not very far.
Blowing an amused snort, Nakhtmin pranced around to cut off her pitiful excuse for an escape. His tail swished. Lowered head with upright horns barred her passing.
Cease this folly, nameless one! My legs are longer, and there are no trees for you to climb.
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


