Wanderlust

[Laruku Tears]

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The adrenaline took much longer to die down than it did to come forth. After the doe fell, the hybrid immediately shifted back to a normal, quadrupedal form. Growing up in a mixed community, he had never really been confronted with anyone who was not a Luperci or who had any negative views of them; he equally at ease in his two forms and generally divided his time equally between them, but when others were present, it was simply easiest to conform to whatever shape they were taking. Laruku could have no idea that Umbra did not have his abilities and didn't think anything of his own form. It was, among other things, just something he did.



When his breath evened out and thoughts returned to his head, he spared the other a minuscule smile. Honestly, he had not expected them to succeed (he had grown up a pessimist, after all), but now there was a veritable feast before them. It was more than enough to feed an entire pack, much less two lonely wolves. The hybrid didn't know where Ahren and Jasper were at the moment, but certainly there would be enough for them as well and for a few days thereafter. Be my guest, he found himself saying, nodding forward at the carcass. You were the one that was hungry. You brought her down, too. And Laruku sat, licking his chops reflexively, but making no move for the meat. It was an instinctive ritual in most ways: there was enough meat for both of them to be eating at once, but for one reason or another, the scarred up coyotewolf did not want to take the first bite.

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