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Barrett · 09-19-2011, 10:06 AM

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Weird post is weird. -Tired- :x XD;

It was getting cool enough at night that the fire's warmth was welcome. The boy stretched slowly as he gazed into the crackling flames—first his back, legs, and arms in one smooth motion; then he rolled his neck and shoulders to loosen the tense muscles. He shuffled closer to the blaze and poked absently at it with a stick, which renewed its intensity, if only for awhile. Then, above the charred timbre, damp earth, and piney marijuana, he smelt another wolf. Not a moment later, the perpetrator addressed him, and Barry swung his head to regard the yearling.

Hey, he said simply. Then the charcoal and chestnut rogue waved him over with an amicable flop of his tail. Have a seat if you wanna. You smokin' tonight? Much as Alphas assumed random loners seeking audience at their borders were prospective joiners, Barry assumed most of the strangers turning up on his little plot of paradise were interested in one thing: drugs. And judging by this guy's weary manner, he could use 'em. And so, he held out the joint automatically—free samples were customary, after all.

But Barrett—however business-minded he was—wasn't the sort to delve into the Terms and Conditions of a trade outright. He liked to know his customers; he preferred to be on friendly terms. (Although, admittedly, he sometimes questioned how often certain “chums” of his would stop by if he weren't hooking them up. Such was life.) So how's life around the lake, eh? he wondered idly, conversationally. Having lived there for several months (in sum), he recognised the Crimson Dreams aroma when he smelt it. He didn't necessarily expect this Dreamer to remember him, however—even when he had stood in their ranks as little as two months ago, most of his time was spent elsewhere. Like here.

It was strange—back then, he wouldn't dreamed of mixing pack life and business. Now things were different; it mattered less if Savina learnt he was up to no good. (Hell, he often wondered how she hadn't caught wind of his shenanigans sooner.) Mostly, he was curious and hoped she was well. Little did he know that she now had much bigger fish to fry.

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