"... and it's freezing here and my feathers are gettin' all wet, and I'm
freezing did I tell ya that? Huh? Dimitri ya listening to me? I swear, I'm gonna catch a cold and roll over and die, and you probably won't even notice! Yer a horrible friend, ya know that? The
worst..."
The Sulkuhna called Dimitri politely ignored his noisy Night Mr. Wilson companion as he hiked up the path, a slight limp in his step. "Perhaps you shouldn't have come, then," he said. "I did say that we'd be going into Whisper Forest, didn't I, Agrippa?"
"Yeah, ya did," Agrippa whined. "But I didn't think it'd be this cold!"
"I can't help where our clients live." Dimitri paused, looking around before checking the directions he scribbled on the card. "There's been a few reports of disturbances. We're lucky that they called us." His ears pricked as he heard voices and turned around. "Do you hear that?"
"Course I do! Outta my way, I got this covered!"
"Agrippa--"
The Mr. Wilson was already dashing off, stubby wings flapping like mad. Dimitri sighed and followed after him, making sure to tuck the card back in.
Agrippa burst out of the cover of some bushes in front of a Palowockee and Headless Kuhna, chest puffed out as he landed in front of them. "Hey! You ghosts or what? Because if you are, I gotta get rid of ya both!"
Dimitri: 1 | Agrippa: 1