Passing Time

Wayne McCoy · 03-22-2012, 09:49 PM

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Hopefully it's cool he grabs her! Anyway, about time we have a thread with these two, haha. I really need to make tables for 'em. :3

There was apparently not much that an injured luperci could do, and Wayne was frustrated by his comrades’ insistence that he rest. It was just his shoulder that was banged up, anyway, not his legs, and he stubbornly made a point of wandering at least throughout the courthouse and fort. Casa di Cavalieri was quiet after the raiders’ attack, but he still wanted to go out and work with the horses if nothing more. He’d have no problem riding Fern along the borders even with one arm in a sling.

Hunting was assuredly more difficult, however. If alone, he liked hunting on four legs and using his teeth as weapons to take down his prey, but shifting to secui and back in the aftermath of the attack had done even more damage to his shoulder than the hit with the club had. He grimaced at the thought then decided to take advantage of the food storage; he’d done more than enough work to earn an easy meal over the months, anyway.

The Labrador mix was apparently not unique in this thought, however, as when he reached the food pantry a black and gold puppy was climbing into it—his apprentice, he realized. His brown eyes widened when he saw her paw reach one of the baskets Dixie-May had weaved, spotting how precarious the thing was on its shelf; Adelle would fall if she put her weight on it.

The young Mentor reached out swiftly, hooking his good arm around the puppy and bringing her against his muscular chest. The movement dislodged the basket and spilled a few fish out onto the floor. He huffed and looked down at his icy-eyed charge. “Looks like we made a mess,” he remarked awkwardly, setting her down on the ground. “Help me clean up?”

Image courtesy of just.jim @ flickr; Table by the Mentors!

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