Teo's heart just stopped beating, I hope you know.
Matteo had been on quite the adventure.
He'd left that morning in hopes of finding something to help make his bed more comfortable. Since Gemma had moved in, he'd been back to his make-shift nest on the floor. His back was complaining more now, so he'd decided it time to make that nest into a true Anathema style bed. Sadly, his search had been mostly in vain.
Instead, he'd caught the scent of something... fat. And yummy. Whatever it was, he'd never seen or smelled one before, but it still smelled like food. Having been in his lupus form already, the boy set off to track and hunt the unknown and unsuspecting prey. The thing had more fur than he and Giuseppe combined, he'd learned when he caught it, and it had teeth. Sharp teeth.
It was as he was nursing a badly bitten nose that he heard the squeaking nearby. Deciding to check it out, he stood, took one last lick of blood off of his face, and headed in the direction of the sound. He was surprised to find it was a bit higher up than his lupus form could reach, so he took to his optime form and started climbing the tree it came from. In a hole in the trunk, nearer the middle-top of it, he found a little gray and black lump of fur. It was alone, getting cold, and it smelled suspiciously like the thing he'd just killed.
As the realization hit him, so did the guilt; he'd made this poor, defenseless creature into an orphan! It wasn't very big, but it obviously wasn't a new-born either. The little thing had a black mask covering her face and rings of the same black on her tail, much like her mother had. She was tiny, but the smell of milk was weak on her; she was about the age to be weaned. He could still save her.
Mind made up, he grabbed up the little bundle, shushing her as she complained and squirmed. Climbing down wasn't as easy, but he managed. Once on the ground, he tucked the complaining kit under his arm and reached down to grab the dead mother, making sure to hide the corpse from view of the kit. He nested her between two above-ground roots of the tree she'd called him, whispered a prayer, apologized and then with the little kit in his arms, he ran for home.
It wasn't until he reached the caves that he realized a huge flaw in his plan; even with Gemma living with them, Giuseppe would never, ever agree to letting Matteo keep the little orphaned... whatever it was. He'd sooner kill the little beast than let Teo nurse it to adulthood. What now!?
It was for this reason that Matteo, now dressed in some of his stashed clothing (it was hidden away in the storage area of the caves in case he ruined his unpacked ones), was headed for Alaki's room. His steps became slower as he came nearer his destination. Teo had never, ever visited Alaki in his own room before. He'd seen it passing through the halls and he'd remembered which one it was, but he'd never actually been inside. He hoped today was a good day to visit.
Stepping up to the curtained doorway, he decided to wait a moment. The kit had fallen asleep (he'd learned from someone passing by that she was a raccoon) and was now tiredly nestled into his chest, both of his arms supporting her gently, carefully, as not to let her awaken or fall. Making sure she was still sound alseep, he took a deep, silent breath and faced his impending doom; the Knight's Chambers.
I can't really say anything... it would wake up the little kit. There's no door, so I can't really knock... not that he ever would anyway. Maybe.. I could just.. walk in? Chewing on his lip a moment, he weighed the pros and cons. Deciding he'd seen his fair share of butts and nude wolves since arriving in Anathema, he carefully made his way past the curtain and into the room, softly calling out to Alaki. "Hey Alaki, are you..." He trailed off at the sight before him.
He was used to that pose. Giuseppe often lounged in almost the same way, except the coydog was usually much less... relaxed and inviting. It wasn't the pose that had Matteo blushing and fighting to turn away. It was the fact that, and he was certain of this, Alaki was most assuredly not wearing anything under that blanket. The way his hair spread out beneath him, the toning along his chest and stomach...
He opened his mouth to try speaking again but no sound came out. He tried to turn away, but he couldn't really will himself to look away. The candle-lit room made for the perfect movie scene, and despite his best nature, Matteo felt as if holding the kit was making him just a bit too warm for comfort. If one paid close enough attention, they'd notice that Teo might've also forgotten to, aheh, breath.
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