Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!
Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.
Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.
“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.
