There were so few who came, he realized, and felt a rush of worry. Summer meant prey was less easy to catch, and they would need to rely on others more. Winter was a fat time of year and they had done well, stocking up and such, but what would come after spring? He noticed the dark wolf, Frodo, attempting to comfort Gemma and frowned. Though she was more than likely a victim of circumstance, her connection with Matteo still left a sour taste the scout’s mouth. It was no more his business, he decided, and instead turned his attention to their leader’s voice.
As soon as she spoke of stories and songs, he wondered what others might say, what he might say. Emerald eyes trailed to his cousin, noting that he looked somehow different now amongst the others. The frown on his face faded into a faint smile, showing the tips of his canines. “Do you want something to eat?” If it would keep Anatole busy and force his quiet kin towards others, he fully intended to make it happen. Being far from social himself, it was a welcomed excuse.
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