Your forethought is appreciated, as always.He rumbled, for though he might daydream about how best to battle a hooded serpent, Ashait was of a Kind no sane oryx truly desired to cross spears with.
Now, had he been a mongoose —
But no, she was asking him of the visitors!
Hmm.He snorted, lifting his head in the direction of their beds.
They are like Wildebeest.He had less than appreciative memories of the taupe coated antelope who moved in a great horde after the rains, and the sentiment was plain in his dry tone. Floods of them came into his territory each year without fail, greedy for grass and in far greater number than zebra and gazelle. They trampled any who did not yield to their claim. Pfah!
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


