A hunting we shall go...

Rurik Russo · 08-13-2010, 05:37 AM

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An eerie quiet had settled over the silver-shaded werewolf's home. Liliya was gone; she had departed some days before, leaving only a brief note for her father and brothers. There was no mention of why she had gone or how she was getting back, but if there was one thing Rurik trusted, it was his daughter's ability to navigate the world. She had become adept at it in the past few months without so much as an escort—she had learned how to hunt for herself, how to protect herself, everything. Rurik knew he must not worry over her.

The sound of a call drew the werewolf's attention, and he figured this was just the sort of thing to keep his mind occupied—he did not need to think over Liliya and the long journey home she had ahead of her, if that was even where she was headed. Rurik would not have been surprised if he learned his daughter ended up somewhere else entirely; the wanderlust ran in their blood just as certainly as their blue eyes. As he made his way toward the mansion, familiar scents entered his nose—Mars was there, as was Anann. The possibility of seeing his son once again and bonding with him over such an activity excited him. Anann was also a good presence to have—Rurik had seen with his own eyes just how strong and adept she was with her hands during the cabin-raising, and he would appreciate the chance to work with her once more.

He put on his largest smile was he wandered over to the canines, having no idea the primary cause for Liliya's departure was amongst them. “Allo, all,” he said, placing one hand on his hip, the other digging for a cigarette. “Ve vill hunt today, ja?” he asked, smiling in Mars's direction and offering him a cigarette as the first time they had met. Rurik was not the sort of father to discourage bad habits in his children, fortunately or unfortunately for them.

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