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-quietly steals thread- :3 wc:405
The Marino had set out in the late afternoon with the intent to do a little hunting. Despite a couple of hours spent prowling around in his swift lupus form, the male was largely unsuccessful. He’d had half a mind to usher forth a howling call to see if any of his packmates would be interested in joining him. Ehno found himself hesitating, however, staring out through the trees considering the idea. In the end he had decided against it. Everyone was still on edge, some were wounded, and all were weary. While trying to gather a larger hunting party might have made for a welcome distraction, he was almost certain it would only turn out to be folly. Small hunts would sustain them for the time being, and their stores within the manor still plentiful. There would be other, better times when their thoughts were not made heavy with all they were going through.
So the male resumed his solo hunting attempts for a short period. When he turned out to be just as unlucky then as he had been earlier in the day, he decided to call it quits. By the time he threw in the towel, night was fast approaching and the sky was beginning its change to darker tones. He took the time to shift back to his optime form before turning for home. The Italian traveled a familiar path back to the manor, hoping to find something there that would help fight away the dark thoughts that threatened to return. Perhaps he could hole up in his workshop.
As he approached the manor, the sight of another Dreamer sitting on the porch greeted him. He recognized her as someone he had seen around the territory before, but her name escaped him at the moment. She had familial ties to someone in the pack, didn’t she? His niece’s earthen-hued mate, wasn’t it? He wasn’t sure. The Marino ascended the porch steps and took a seat beside her, nodding in greeting. In close proximity it was more apparent that she had been recently injured, her arm held up in a makeshift sling. “How are you doing?” he asked, motioning toward her wounded arm. The question was meant for more than just her physical wellbeing however. The war was taking its toll on all of them, that much Ehno was intimately familiar with. The weariness in his sleep-deprived body made that much clear.