Yours and Mine
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It was odd, really. Being welcomed to a feast with complete strangers... but somehow it felt normal, as though it was instinct.

Automatically, he walked forwards and before he knew what he was doing he dove in to the meat, avoiding the corpse X'y'rin had feasted upon. Crimson blood flowed forth, staining Rancor's stormy gray fur like a slowly flooding sea. It was soft between white fangs concealed by black leathery lips. He barelh even heard the newcomer making his appearance. Eventually, he forced his head to look up, scanning Alistair with fiery eyes. Of course they were narrowed in suspicion, but he couldn't deny him food. He himself had been invited. He couldn't shoo another away.
He noted how small the new secui was compared with the others and himself. Perhaps he wasn't all wolf...?

Heshrugged the thought off mentally as his ears twitched, catching the sound of greeting from the newcomer. In reply, he nodded curtly, before going back to devour the red flesh in front of him. Like he would throw away an oppurtunity like this! Making a mental note to ask why the feast was even here, he carried on eating.

But a guilty feeling washed over him as he shot another suspicious glance at Alistair; he still had no idea why he was suspicious of every person he came across. Guess it was just part of being a wolf...


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