The Proverbial Shiny

[Vicare de Lioncourt]

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no one is safe from nature's savagery, not even the innocent—the Savage Garden will overtake civilization and destroy it

lupus→optime form — thanks for your patience <3

The scent of someone he didn’t recognized alerted Vicare to the approach of a reddish male. He looked over, ears perking up at the sound of footsteps on the ground and the echo of a greeting. Curious, the golden tawny wolf looked over his newfound companion, eyeing the fur that was slightly more saturated in red tones than he’d seen before. Something, too, in the scent of the stranger spoke of a heritage that was more than just Canis lupus and more than just the distinction of the luperci. But the smile on the stranger’s face was a friendly one, and the sway of that tail was not missed, so while Vicare did not entirely throw his caution to the wind, he visibly relaxed.



Taking a step forward, he adopted his own optime form to match that of the other male, and as he did so, he hid a wince at the sensation that he still hadn’t quite adjusted to. To be sure, six months from the date of his first transformation was a long time, but compared to a lifetime of knowing nothing but his four-legged form, six months was nothing.

“Well hi,”

the golden blonde male replied in greeting, swishing his own tail back and forth in an easy-going rhythm. He stepped closer but stopped before his proximity could be considered intrusive, and at this modified distance, he took in the nuances of the other luperci’s scent.

“The name’s Vicare—what’s yours?”

For a minute, he wondered if he should mention his affiliation with Vinátta but decided against it for the moment. He was still relatively new to the nascent pack, and in his present state of ignorance about its political relations with the other packs, it was best to be a little ambiguous. Then again, he supposed, if another pack was familiar enough with his to have a problem with it, they could recognize his scent for themselves.



But as Vicare let his eyes drift over the other male with light and open curiosity, he doubted the meeting would amount to a confrontation. After all, the look lighting up those fascinating odd-coloured eyes was far from aggressive.