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06.06.2012 . 11am . grand lake . lupus form



Temeraire Lupus is by Alaine!

Saul and Lilin were gone for the day, and that meant freedom! Not that his father was particularly controlling or strict, but there were times that Temeraire couldn't stand the googly eyes his father sent Lilin all the time. While the boy was only five months old, he was intelligent and observant, and while his father thought he was being subtle and sneaky, he'd clocked him a long time ago. He remembered returning to the hut back at the Lakes, smelling Lilin in there. Considering the fact that they hadn't spoken in weeks, it had been a pretty obvious sign that they were patching things together again. Their relationship mattered little to him at the moment, although he had to admit that Lilin was often reserved and untalkative around him. He didn't care, he had Elias and Bran and Niernan who were always up for playing. His little trot turned into the erratic leap of a playful pup and Temeraire gave a yip of excitement.


He had told Eli to meet him at the lakes- they were supposed to be going frog hunting- but he'd arrived to find the shoreline empty. His disappointment had been substantial, but the boy was never one to sulk. Instead, he'd begun their frog hunt alone, creeping slowly towards the bullrushes that surrounded parts of the shoreline, a classic stalking position. Bran had said he would make a good hunter and Teme had attempted to prove his uncle right whenever he could. Perfecting his hunting technique would take a long time, but he'd managed to crack the stalking. Sometimes he'd get too impatient and break formation, but other times he was content to stalk his prey meticulously.


With his white tipped tail waving in the air like a banner, Teme eased down into a crouch- almost laying on the floor while sparkling blue eyes fixed on the bullrushes. There had to be a frog in there, he just knew it. With an almost silent huff, the boy moved, jumping up and into the bullrushes with gusto. He had overestimated the space however and shot through the rushes, tumbling over and landing with a thump in the water, face down in the mud. That had certainly not been a success!

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