Word Count » 481 :: And awkward Slade is awkward!
It was about time Slade actually spent time within the lands of his own pack. It had started shortly after Shawchert had announced that there was a killer in the pack. Even though he had heard from Skye that the situation was all sorted out, he still found himself outside the territory or around the border during most of his time. There was no way he would ever dream of leaving his pack; no, he didn't really fit in, but by now he was so suited to the territory, the fact he was a member of Cercatori d'Arte seemed to run in his blood.
These type of thoughts were going over in his mind when the coyote's ears pricked, hearing a howl. It was Skye again. Shaking his head, Slade realized that he hadn't really seen Shawchert around. After all of the recent drama, he just hoped that the noble leader hadn't gone and commit suicide or something of that ridiculous sort. Maybe he was still in a state of depression. Either way, it wasn't any of his business right now, but he wanted to find out the truth eventually. He was still very out of touch with the drama in his pack. He didn't care much for drama, but it was still nice to know about.
The sound of the howl led Slade away from his makeshift den in Thornbury and all the way to the Border Tree. As he left the shadows of the bushes, he noticed that he was once again surrounded by strangers, canines who were supposed to be like a family because they were in the same pack, yet he had absolutely no idea who anyone here was but Skye. Even then, it took a moment for him to recognize her; looking up from his short lupus point of view, he wasn't used to seeing her with a dress.
A quick glance around told him that, again, he was the lone lupus of the meeting. Well, there was that puppy - as if he didn't already feel awkward enough - who sat at Skye's feet, looking up at her expectantly, but if that white male was his father - the tall man was looking down at the puppy with a humorous gleam in his eyes that probably meant he was indeed a father - that puppy would grow up to be yet another bloody Luperci.
His dull amber gaze swept from canine to canine as he sat down, trying to stay closer to Skye since she was the only one he really recognized. He noticed that her attention seemed to be mainly on a bush nearby. Taking a quick sniff of the air, Slade noticed that someone was hiding from them. Well, it was nice to know that he wasn't the only coyote in the pack, and that he wasn't the most introverted canine here either.
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