Immersive Ink

Dougal remains hidden, waiting to see what the creature is and if it means the group harm before he decides on his next action.

Chegs moves if needed to keep himself between the cart and his fellows and the white beast.

~what sort of beastie is this I wonder~ thinks Chegs

Turn 1

Willie is the first to see it: an albino bull moose!

It is making contrabasso rumbling sounds, which Potty understands as a deep-woods dialect of Ungulate: "Hrumm, hrumm... What smells so good? Hrummm!"

The pale moose sniffs the air and continues to stroll casually toward the ox-cart. It gives no indication it has noticed the Hobbets. The moose looks kind of like this, except without the antlers (on account of the winter season):

Oi hope it likes turnip better'n hobbet! mutters Tet, backing off nervously to give the beast unopposed access to the cart.

"Well, that's a sight you don't see every day!" marvels Willie.

He backs up to the other end of the cart and watches to see what the moose does.

Dougal the Black doesn't move a muscle when the large albino beast lumbers by his position in the weeds... and as soon as it passes, he checks to see if anything follows it.

Potty quickly determines with a glance at his soil-covered attire that he is not the source of the good smell. Emboldened, he peeks over the nearest oxen "Errr...hallo Mr Moose, I wonder if you have seen any attractive mushrooms during your wanderings hereabouts - I am particularly interested in getting hold of a Bishops Finger, or a St Helenas Small Blue....or or if chance would have it, a Bastonian Broadtop! I dont suppose...ah..." he falters, and dips back behind the oxen.

The white moose looks startled and puzzled. He blinks his long eyelashes and perks up his ears. He looks left and right, doesn't see anything, thinks for a minute, and then slowly looks down.

"Oh my! A talking Hobbet! Mushrooms? Mushrooms grow on stumps and logs. Stumps and logs. Mushrooms. Talking Hobbet. Mushrooms."

ehiker133 wrote:Dougal the Black doesn't move a muscle when the large albino beast lumbers by his position in the weeds... and as soon as it passes, he checks to see if anything follows it.

Dougal's hiding spot is close enough he could reach out and touch Mr. Moose's leg. The moose appears to be solitary, and nothing following it. Dougal is impressed how such a large creature can move so delicately through the forest, without trampling everything in its path.