Word Count → 414 :: Awkward meeting be awkward
Grabbing his hair he pulled it back into a ponytail, the long dark strands had been brushed through so that he's look somewhat presentable for the meeting that was due later, but until the actual thing was called he couldn't bare to keep his hair down and so he tied it up in a rough pony tail, relief filling him as it was finally pulled out of the way. Often he had thought of cutting it short, but then for some reason he could never bring himself to do so. Stalking through the tunnels that the pack called home, him he paid little attention to his surroundings as he moved around aimlessly in an attempt to kill time, as well as an attempt to make himself harder to track for he wasn't in the mood to suffer his children or Alexander at that moment.
Taking one of the less used tunnels it wasn't long until light began to bleed into the darkness and soon he was above ground. A sharp caw drew his attention up to the skies and he spotted Chiya, the hooded crow angling herself down and landed heavily on his shoulder, “I ditched Beyaz for a reason, you know” he informed the crow, lightly stroking her chest in an affectionate gesture regardless, resigned to the fact that the crows practically followed him everywhere he went. Picking his way through the lands he considered walking the borders, but then there wasn't enough time to make it around them and back for the meeting and so he settled for more aimless wandering.
Time passed and with the wind a certain scent reached him; an familiar scent he hadn't encountered in awhile, with everything going on in his life recently he hadn't given the dog hybrid any thought and after Matteo and Gemma had left he had somewhat been avoiding the other; not really wanting to be around the male when he himself was dealing with their betrayal. Although now things were different, he'd moved on and had better things to worry about then some selfish scum like them. Following the lingering scent trail of the hybrid he soon caught up to the other, having been surprisingly closer then he thought he was. The brown coloured male's scent lingered much in the area and the newly appointed Angelo could only assume this was where the other had been hiding out. “Giuseppe, it has been awhile” he greeted the other, arms crossing over his chest.
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