Dirty Laundry

[Liev Morozov]

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You guys mind I jumping in? And hi Sunny! It's Nina, from the chatroom? 8D Liev should pop out in the next round <3

He wasn't used to so many herbs still lingering through the snow covered lands. Back in Czarova, finding herbs for potions or even medicines were harder than to search for seals for hunting: without the right skills, you could stay out in the open all week and not find a thing. However, here in.... Canada, if he remembered it right?, was surely easier than breathing. So many he could make a whole pharmacy from them. The Russian wolf was used to little material, and to use his short supplies at its best, not wasting a single leaf.

He was overflowing his small pouches and pockets hung on his belt, and was thinking of returning to his room as soon as possible, but the beautiful morning wouldn't let him go inside just yet. The marvelous scenario was just too overwhelming to just turn his back on it. Fnding a good spot on a bare boulder emerging from the rocky ground covered with sno, he sat there for a second to enjoy the landscape. Breath taking, indeed.

He would have stayed there for a little while more, but the softest breeze blew on his face, and before he could enjoy the soothing sensation of the cold air on his thick pelt, the ex-Captain's nosetrils detected three smells. A horse, a female he had not yet encountered and... Theodore?! He could remember the male that met and welcomed him when he first came to Anathema to join the new pack. He was fierce and... very hard to get through, in the very least, but he knew he wasn't unreasonable. The black man wouldn't jusdt charge into a stranger, even if it had trespassed. But, there was the fact that Anathema was quite terriotorial.

Putting the pieces together, the strategists quickly decided it was better to check if no trouble was being made so early in the morning. He trusted on Theodore's judgement, but the grayish man also knew the warrior had a short temper.

Swift and firm steps were made in a jumping manner, the Russian all so used tyo walking on the slippery iced rocks and such. In a question of minutes, he reached the two other Lupercis, and was more than glad to see Theodore was still in his temper, though in an defensive and intolerant pose. The new Anatheman decided to just sit behind a large oak tree, and just listen for a while. Maybe they did not even needed his interference.

The militar male hid himself skillfully, sinking in the soft snow for a second silently to hide his scent, even for just a while, and steadied his breathing before settling down. Tucking his ears backwards, atent, he listened.