[/html]It was perhaps ironic that whilst the large, currently sole dwelling of the Storm pack was bringing them closer together, one of their number was currently not nestled amongst them. There had been no rule, after all, that he remain locked up like a child or a criminal on house arrest, and no curfew — as far as Tamerlane was aware, Phoenix was far from the type of Alpha to try and take away the basic independence and rights of his pack mates. If he had been, Tamerlane would certainly not be one of them. The position of being a traveller and loner had long since been built into his core, but this did not neccessarily make him at all unfriendly or misanthropic. It simply gave him reason to move; motivation to act.
As the white afternoon hinted an early descent into evening, one long, sinuous hand wound beneath the crook of a treestump and withdrew from it a struggling rabbit, deep in hibernation only seconds ago. The Luperci brought it swiftly up to his mouth and broke its neck with powerful jaws, before tucking the corpse into his rope belt. Twenty minutes later saw his trim form sitting back on an ancient vehicle at the side of the road, one of his feet drawn up as Tamerlane took a nonchalant mouthful of his raw meal. Before him sprawled a massively wide road. Empty, incredibly empty.
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