Cid would prefer horns over the sound of these violins that seem to be following him. It wasn't as noticeable back at the cabin, but in the woods it just wouldn't stop.
He's half convinced some assholes are flying through the treetops, playing violins just to piss him off.
Once he hears the sound of horns, he pauses. There is absolutely no way to stay hidden with this racket going on, and he stomps his way in the direction the sound is coming from. When he happens upon the wolf, he's prepared to face something, so he isn't too surprised to stumble upon the (supposed) menace.
"Lookin' for something, fuzzy?" He asks this with his hands in his pockets, not looking for a fight but ready if the wolf attacks. He'd actually prefer the wolf attack whoever's playing that damn music, if he can find them.
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He's half convinced some assholes are flying through the treetops, playing violins just to piss him off.
Once he hears the sound of horns, he pauses. There is absolutely no way to stay hidden with this racket going on, and he stomps his way in the direction the sound is coming from. When he happens upon the wolf, he's prepared to face something, so he isn't too surprised to stumble upon the (supposed) menace.
"Lookin' for something, fuzzy?" He asks this with his hands in his pockets, not looking for a fight but ready if the wolf attacks. He'd actually prefer the wolf attack whoever's playing that damn music, if he can find them.
Hell, Cid will help.