08-16-2011, 09:52 PM
The other was the first to move, coming toward them hesitantly--limping. Markus' eyes flicked down to the injured leg and back up so quickly it was nearly imperceptible, noting the weakness and acknowledging, in his own mind, that it made the stranger less of a threat. Eva was not nearly so tactful, as the moment she became aware of his injury she forgot all about the danger and bounded forward, going so far as to attempt to jump up on the injured limb. "HI! You hurt. Hurt bad? Daddy fix it. Daddy fix everything." She chattered excitedly, and then, inhaling deeply, "Oh! Smell like Unca! Unca Unca Reedy! Unca Franny-Fran! Unca Uncas fix it. Daddy no fix it. Bad daddy." She twisted around to look at Markus as she said this, and even as he attempted to motion her away from the stranger she continued on, chattering about searching for berries and finding furry friends and learning her colors and everything.
Markus finally gave up on subtlety and strode forward, scooping her up and tucking her under one arm. At the stranger's question, he gave the other male a flat look, one that clearly stated, "No, we don't." Before he turned to walk away. And then, damn him, he hesitated. Canines, even Luperci, alone and injured in the wild were vulnerable. Even more so than pups, in a sense, because no one was expecting them to get into trouble. With a heavy sigh and a hand running over his face, he turned back. "We have a camp. Near Drifter Bay. Come with us." Markus asked, or more likely ordered, and began walking away again, re-directing Eva on her search for red berries. She'd probably come back with black ones, but he wasn't in the mood to correct her, and unless he came across some himself, he wasn't about to show her which was which.
He really was a great father.
Markus finally gave up on subtlety and strode forward, scooping her up and tucking her under one arm. At the stranger's question, he gave the other male a flat look, one that clearly stated, "No, we don't." Before he turned to walk away. And then, damn him, he hesitated. Canines, even Luperci, alone and injured in the wild were vulnerable. Even more so than pups, in a sense, because no one was expecting them to get into trouble. With a heavy sigh and a hand running over his face, he turned back. "We have a camp. Near Drifter Bay. Come with us." Markus asked, or more likely ordered, and began walking away again, re-directing Eva on her search for red berries. She'd probably come back with black ones, but he wasn't in the mood to correct her, and unless he came across some himself, he wasn't about to show her which was which.
He really was a great father.