[P] [M] Time of Reflection

[Aindrea Donovan]

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It was odd but yet as he saw his mate take their avian daughter for the day it was just an old Scotsman and his daft belief in the world at the rivers side. He brought out pa's old fishing pole with no adjustments as so he could keep the old man close to him. He remembered as he gazed into this river the good old days. His sister was still a sweet young thing looking up to him.

She smiled and giggled like a little princess. So lively and full of innocence that he was fearful that she may have taken his own years to have that much energy. Now to this day she was pregnant with Anny's nephew and falling for boys left and right. It was sick but he couldn't judge her as Anny had slept with many before. I guess it just feels different when you see someone grow up that knowing that they are just as lustful as others makes you feel hurt even though it is expected.

Anny cast his line watching it bob. It felt nice to have some control in his life before the children that were nestled in his mate came to this world eager to see their father. But yet he felt worried that if he couldn't understand the youths then how the hell will his children turn out. If they ended up like their aunt and himself then maybe it wouldn't be so bad since while they made mistakes but Donovans always landed on their feet.

[Gunslinger Russo]

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casket makes me laugh a lot and idk if that's a good thing or not.

See galleries for credit.

The sun lingered high in the sky, a beacon spreading light upon those that stood below it. Although she normally spent her days venturing outside the borders that encircled the pack's territory, Gunslinger now found herself within them, exploring the territory that she had already thoroughly investigated. No mile had been left unexplored by the pale-eyed female during the first few weeks of the pack's life, seeing as she liked to know where things were. Of course, she didn't know the exact position of every stone and every blade of grass, but the female believed that she knew the territory better than most.

This thought not crossed her mind as she padded along, Iskra and the kitten that the monkey had taken a liking to in tow. Gunslinger was not exactly fond of Casket—the feline—and it seemed as if the feeling was returned, seeing as the cat let out a string of profanities whenever Gunslinger said something that might be seen as rude to the young kitten. And each time that occurred, Iskra did nothing but laugh a strange laugh.

"Hurry up, you two are falling behind," Gunslinger grumbled, turning to look at her two companions, pausing for a few moments, one of her pierced ears twitching. The sound of the river was not too far off, and that was where Gunslinger was heading. The exact reason escaped her for the moment, however she knew there had been one, but it now lay forgotten.

Iskra, who moved slower due to her lope, parted strange-shaped jaws as if to speak, although was quickly interrupted by Casket and her string of vulgar language. "Bitch, don't fucking tell me to speed up again, or I'll bite your damn tail off!" Gunslinger flinched at the child's strange mix of languages, and she must have noticed as well for the kitten spoke again. "I'll fuck you up, you pile of shit."

A huff escaped past the ex-pirate's maw as she whirled around and continued towards the river, her shoulders tense. Behind her, she could hear the chuckle of the tailless monkey as she no doubt rewarded the gray tabby for her obscene language.

As she broke through the line of trees that surrounded the section of the river she had been headed towards, the familiar scent of an individual she had encountered long before the formation of the Fisherman pack touched her nose, and with it a groan escaped past slightly parted jaws. She quickly hid her distaste for the paler-furred male and headed towards him, noting that he held a fishing pole in his hands.

Casket broke through the foliage and uttered the only strip of English she knew as loud as she could:

"Motherfucker, give me food!"

How the cat had learned to say that, Gunslinger couldn't remember, although Iskra could speak hardly a scrap of English so the over-sized Russian was fairly sure it had been her. "'Ay, Aindrea," the wolfdog greeted after directing a growl towards the feline. She took several steps towards him, her tail wagging briefly behind her in a friendly greeting directed towards her now pack-mate. "Excuse ze Casket's language," she said with a grin which morphed into a snarl as the kitten approached, sitting at Gunslinger's feet. Iskra was nowhere to be seen, probably too busy rolling around and laughing in the trees.

"How haev you been adjusting tu back life?" she asked, trying to spark up a conversation despite the fact that their first meeting had not ended too well.

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[Aindrea Donovan]

The Highland way proclaimed elders as the leaders meaning all packs in Scotland and Ireland were families. It still felt weird to be in a pack of so many non related individuals. He had gotten use to it but the aspect of elders being respected and their word goes was tossed. Anny wasn't too old but he was just old. He never let anyone see his age. In fact until now he had been acting six years younger. Perhaps it was stress doing this to him. In fact he could easily blame his sister and Storm and whoever the child's father was. He would ad any man his sister bangs to the list. Of course again Anny felt shame for being stressed by that but when the truth was slammed in your face every step of the way you just wished to be ignorant of a few things at least.

It was like when his parents told him how pups are made and all he knew was that after that he had a hard time looking at his young siblings for their first weeks. It was always the truth with people they preferred to see others as some how lacking what they felt. Only when you could express that feeling with everyone openly would you not be disturbed by others. Anny knew this and yet it was sex that killed him. Sex, lust, and all things in the perverted love affair. Perhaps it was just that he was horrified his sister may go through the hell he had following his crotch. That was hell and he still wrapped up those scars everyday until the day they become clean for the world. But for now they were a painful reminder.

Soon a outburst of feline vulgarity caused the man to jerk out of his haze enough to see a bite. As he began his combat with the scaled beast quietly cussing at it and telling its lips to be place on one of his muscles. Then came the next voice that made him let the beast go. The Russian, a not so nice encounter by her and her greedy second cousin of a human chimp was a memory that made Anny wish to apologize. He sighed as the question was asked his raised his hand turning around with a smile on his face. It was obvious he was exhausted but yet he still kept his fire. "Scotland families were packs and elders were in charge so different but hey I got meself a mate and a few pups growing in her oven, I got me three shops running and a nice home for the mate and kids so I can't complain."

Anny chuckled looking at her with his warm green eyes. " So lass how have you been since I see ye and your adorable army are having a lovely stroll." His chuckle proved he enjoyed the vulgar creatures more than ever as they were like little drunk Scotsmen in his family's pub.