To feed the hungry

Noss · 02-08-2011, 12:45 AM

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Alrighty :3 Two big scary dudes going out for supplies; I have a feeling this is gonna be fun >:3 The last line in this made me lol =w=

Noss was, quite simply, unsurprised. Having grown up for years in a snowy territory, he had seen the signs of the weather and had acted accordingly. He had also kept a close eye on where Strel was, although he would never admit that he was stalking the man--no, that'd be ridiculous! ... Denial was a harsh mistress. But he had done little things that would ensure a level of safety, although--since he had been wrong before--he didn't go all haywire on the windows or anything. And then, lo and behold, the blizzard hit.

Inside the Chien Hotel was a large number of the pack, although Noss didn't go without noticing a few missing faces. The pack leadership will take care of it, he reasoned with himself. Vigilante had seemed a decent and honorable wolf--how could he doubt him when he had allowed Strel to stay housed in his packlands for so long?--and so he gave the man the credit to take care of his pack. A large male that topped Noss in height stood, making Noss quirk an eyebrow in mild amazement, and began to ask for volunteers for...supplies? His accent was a little on the stranger side--one Noss had never heard before--but he had to commend this man for stepping up to go into a blizzard--which was often dangerous, even in saying it alone--to help his pack. Besides, Noss was a tad bored being cooped up in the hotel; he was built for snow and wind. Standing, Noss inclined his head to the other man. "I'll go," was all he said. He could at least try to repay the kindness shown him, couldn't he? It was just his way; repaying favors.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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