misery in a bottle
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She hadn't expected to see anyone until she'd returned back to the packlands, the sound of footfall behind her made her flick her silver tipped ears back, trying to see if she could match those steps to one she knew. Within seconds she realized she didn't know the owner or his personal scent but the scent of the pack that began to blossom around her she knew well enough. Inferni.

Before she could turn her head to catch a glimpse of the male he spoke. She was silent a moment longer as she heard the clink of the bottle to cup as he filled a glass for himself. She rolled the bottle back and forth once more before she growled. "Find someplace else then.. I hear those who drown their sorrows like doing it in private." Her sky hued eyes turned towards the male as she watched him working at the glass of wine, as the rim touched his lips again she reached out with one hand and pulled the container from his grasp, the scent spicy in the stale air between them.


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