Woo, new blood at CdM; welcome! Oh and don't feel as if you need to match my post length. =)
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Liam found himself toying with the bone necklace that hung loosely around his neck, his features expressing boredom as his long, muscular Optime legs rocked back and forth. About an hour ago he had climbed onto a low branch about a dozen feet from the ground and he had been wolf-watching ever since, sometimes managing to eavesdrop on a few conversations as his pack-mates went to and from different areas of the pack-lands. He had managed to stay unseen thus far and the young Catori wolf prided himself in knowing that his stealth skills weren't completely hopeless. Unless of course the wolves that had walked past him had just been too preoccupied in their own business to give him any attention. That could very well be the case too.
Sighing, Liam glanced at his wolfy hands. They were still a little battered from the two fights he'd been in this past month. Some of the fur was missing from around the padded parts of his hands and a jagged, stitched up wound was only just beginning to heal. He also had a few injuries all over his body but they weren't keeping him from doing much as of late. His arm was throbbing like hell, especially when he used it too much, and his legs were sore – not to mention shifting from one form to the other was a pain in the ass – but overall he couldn't complain. Considering how his brother-in-law had turned out and how some wolves had lost their lives in the war... Liam didn't have a right to complain. Instead he just did what he could to help, healing others and keeping his trap shut about his nightmares.
So what if he couldn't really sleep these days? He wasn't about to bother his family with such meaningless news. After the loss of Zafier Liam didn't want to give them anything else to worry about. A few more minutes went by without anyone walking by. Growing more and more bored, Liam grabbed a nearby twig and broke it in half, the sound echoing around him. He had accidentally given himself away, but all Liam could hear was the birds chirping around him and the distant voices of pack-members a little further south of his hiding place.
Table by Marie, edited by Kit. Lyrics go to Brad Paisley.
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