[PU] The Sheep and the Goats // Cattle Wrangling

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

The day was blistering hot, sun beating unrelentingly down upon his back. Olalla made his way across the rocky ground with Kold and Waylon at his side. Waylon was a new face - even if he had never seen his real face - but he was pleasantly surprised by how bright and breezy Waylon seemed to be. At least for now.

His eyes locked with Kold's and Waylon's as he slowly crept over the ridge that overlooked the sandy slip that passed through the canyon and out towards the crystal waters of the Typhoon. The three had one chance at this and once chance only, before the cattle fled into Typhoon's territory. It was a bold move, especially with how on edge the two other groups were. But The Pitt needed these cattle.

The pens were up, food was ready and water was available to them. They were RIGHT there, right for the taking. He cast a glance toward Waylon - how this kid didn't die of a heat stroke was beyond him - and nodded toward the opening of the canyon. If Waylon were to head the four riders off and beat them to the canyon's mouth, then Kold could scare the cattle away while Olalla and Waylon distracted them.

In all honesty, Olalla would have loved to scare the cattle but he was, still, sick and his body would not be able to sprint as fast as he liked. Afterall, he knew Kold would appreciate him not being the center of all plans this time.
[member=16195]Kold[/member] [member=23585]waylon.[/member]

#psychosocial.

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AND IT WILL NEVER FALL FROM THE SKY!

It was something to do and It had to deal with The Pitt, and it had to involve Olalla for her to automatically accept the task. Even so, it took a lot of willpower to push aside her emotions whenever Olalla looked at her, considering it was her, Olalla, and Waylon. Her black eyes watched the land, staring at the cattle for a moment. Almost perfect, almost too easy. The riders were the only issue, it seemed. And she was alright with not going after the riders and instead chasing the cattle away from the Typhoon's border.

Halting next to the two, she kept her eyes on the canyon, canid body low to the ground. She didn't particularly like being smaller than Olalla, but sometimes it worked out. She cast a look to Waylon, then to Olalla, then back to the cattle. All she could really hope was that everything went as planned.

Kold Darcia Di Angelo - Pitt - Marauder

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