Childish Response
#2 of November Ad Lib Writing Challenge
Well, here's the post for the first promt: Childish.
Seems Klandiro has a problem dealing with criticism, wonder how that friendly inkeeper's story goes
It had been a few days since the Klandiro made his way to Edgewood, the canine having found a couple jobs around the village to help fund his stay at the Waterin' Hole. The first couple days he found himself helping a couple merchants move some of their goods at Gar's recommendation. Though he eventually found himself helping a hunting party in their outing.
While the group had been impressed in his tracking abilities, the canine seeming to be a natural at making his way through the underbrush. Though as they progressed through their hunt, tensions started to rise. Whenever they had shots on their prey, Klandiro seemed to hesitate. By the time they got back to the city, anger was apparent in most of the group. Klandiro apologizing, but eventually breaking off to go back to the inn.
Gar was surprised to see the normally reserved canine quickly enter and go back to his room. The bull shrugging it off until he heard the slam of a door. Stepping around, he glanced down the hall towards the rooms, before shaking his head. Heading to the back, he pokes his head in, "Hey Belle, mind watching the front for a moment." The cow smiled softly.
"Sure, everything alright?"
"I think." He then heads back to the rooms, knocking on the canine's door. "Hey, need to talk?" He asked through the door. There was a moment of silence before the door opened, revealing a downtrodden canine. "Bad trek?"
"I couldn't do it."
"What?"
"Couldn't shoot the deer. I'm not.."
"You're not going to sit here and pout like a pup, are you?" The bull interrupted. Klandiro blinked a bit, ears lowered a bit. "Look, you couldn't do it. So what? I'm sure that they gave you shit over it. But coming here to pout isn't going to help." The heavy sigh from the canine got a frown from the bull, before he nodded towards the dinning area. "Come on. Belle's nearly got lunch done, I might even tell you about how I got cold hooves when I first had to tend the bar." The bull chuckled, heading back to the main area.
Klandiro stood there, rubbing his arm softly, before he followed, tail gently swaying at the offer of the story.