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the way they always do, When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
Asgeir ducked into the caverns, the string of fish he had just "caught" raised to keep it from trailing in the dust. He headed to the storage area within the communal dens and hung the fish up, nodding a greeting to X’yrin as he passed. He would start a fire to cook them with later. He had seen -- ah, there they were. A set of combs made of bone and antler, laid along the wall. Asgeir picked one up and began to head out of the caves again, passing behind X’yrin, who was working on some little project. He paused just past the edge of the mouth of the offshoot, then stuck his head back around. He watched her fingers moving, trying to look inconspicuous, though perhaps he was not that hidden because he could still easily be seen.
He wanted to comb his fur out while it was still damp, head to toe, but he would need some assistance for the matted mess that was his mane. And perhaps he could reciprocate in return by helping her comb her own mane out. He backtracked and walked back into the communal dens and sat in front of the golden wolfess, but remained silent for a bit longer, just watching her work. He had not noticed at first, but the pup that she had been carrying around was sleeping next to her. When he awoke, Asgeir automatically picked him up, cradling the greyish pup against him. He murmured to the pup, completely at ease, rocking him gently and gazing at his misted eyes. Some things just did not fade.
He glanced up at X’yrin. I took a bath. That would be obvious by the damp tufts of fur going this way and that. I need just a wee bit of help combing out my mane… If you have a moment to help me? If she did not, Asgeir knew he could eventually work it out, but he thought it might be a good time to bond further with the woman. That was something they were supposed to do, right? Get to know each other better, perhaps, than they knew themselves. He also wanted to know more about the ranks from here on in; he was merely Prospective now but he wanted to be more. And the only way to know more was to ask, to be taught. And so he would do so.
You just wish the trip was through
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