03-28-2012, 01:18 PM
He had just returned from Halifax, from the chance encounter with the pale D'artisian who had been his father. He was sore and tired. His body ached from the battle with the shadow followed by the sudden appearance of Taliesin. Still, he carried the cured jerky and the cleaned skin with him. He was torn between making something of the black pelt, or putting it in the special alcove he'd claimed as his. He was no cave explorer, but he had found a niche all of his own hidden in the deeper shadows. A narrow tunnel lead to the alcove which was maybe ten foot tall and four foot wide each way. It was big enough to be a den, but the tunnel was small enough that no normal luperci would want to claim it. He was okay with that.
He glared at the crowd which announced his arrival with their usual obnoxious croaking. He paused to check on "his" house, then continued on his way to the caverns. He debated on going to his personal alcove, but decided to just return to the den he shared with his woman. He was too exhausted to do much else. The minor cuts burned as he laid on the furs they shared as a bed. He could smell his mate, but didn't see her in their den. While it was possible he had overlooked her, he doubted it. His saffron eyes drifted shut and he fell into the slumber of the exhausted.
He glared at the crowd which announced his arrival with their usual obnoxious croaking. He paused to check on "his" house, then continued on his way to the caverns. He debated on going to his personal alcove, but decided to just return to the den he shared with his woman. He was too exhausted to do much else. The minor cuts burned as he laid on the furs they shared as a bed. He could smell his mate, but didn't see her in their den. While it was possible he had overlooked her, he doubted it. His saffron eyes drifted shut and he fell into the slumber of the exhausted.