-- wotd: morceau(x). this can be the last post or you can throw in one more reply, love. it's up to you.
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Words were unnecessary to counter the playful accusation thrown her way. She wasn't calling him fat and he knew it. Au contraire, she thought his build was quite impressive compared to the majority of wolves she'd seen up to this date. What truly held her attention was his very essence; there was something quite alluring about the way this situation was being handled. She did trust him to a certain extent but reality of the matter was that fate wasn't theirs to control at this point in time. Lilin did nothing but watch for the duration of his task, her velutinous tail thumping earnestly against the cold surface beneath her haunches.
A hole the size of several inches had been successfully punctured through the thick layer of ice. It had supported his body weight; the breach was intact and perfect in circumference; impressive for a novice. Mediterranean orbs lingered around general area below her cousin's paws, scanning every centimeter for cracks and even microscopic crevices. Once satisfied with the results, she gingerly made her way back to his side so that they could begin their activity. It was her turn to obtain the next items needed for their fishing escapade; two light fishing rods were given to her by their knowledgeable guide along with a blanket for additional warmth. The sun was shining brightly, enough to provide a certain level of comfort but she couldn't deny how chilly of a day it was.
Their prankish bickering carried on throughout their educational lesson. Stories and anecdotes were exchanged along with bits and pieces of information about themselves: Saul had brought a new little boy into this world, one who went by the name of Temeraire. It was uncharacteristic of a Stormbringer male to show such devotion and unconditional love to his child. But no matter how unconventional and surprising it was, Lilin believed it to be true. By the end of the afternoon, the two-toned juvenile's opinion of her kin had risen to new levels. Tension had faded progressively, to the point where both of them unabashedly huddled closer in search of comfort. The product of their efforts and determination resulted in bass, pikes and perches; all of which they savored in carefully cut morceaux. Life was good.
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