True Wolves

Augustus · 10-16-2012, 11:00 AM

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Augustus

I sorry, he mostly just wants to bitch. He's going through a rough patch right now, with Ciara stuff, Amy stuffs, and personal conflicts. >.<

The wintry pelted wolf held the bone between his paws, easily crunching through and he swallowed down the marrow, the pieces of bone clicking and crunching against his molars, content to allow the companionable silence to continue. He wasn't about to press his friend further. He was just stating facts, and what he saw. It was up to Tharin whether he wanted to own up to the truth. Augustus could care less, and he did he demonstrated that by tugging another bone free of the dessicated carcass, gnawing on it until there were no scraps of flesh remaining before crunching down unceremoniously, swiftly swallowing the bits.

Augustus nodded, neither wanting or caring to argue further. It was folly that had claimed his ear, nothing more, and if he felt he was ready, he wouldn't argue. He was so tired. If he could just have a day to rest, he'd be grateful. He did, however, want to be sure that Tharin would attempt nothing of the same again. The next time he mightn't even bother dragging him back to the den. "Good. You would be doing us a favor...if you never let it happen again." He lifted his head, yellow gaze fiercely seeking the other male's. Both were dominant creatures and Augustus felt the urge to challenge his superiors rising within him as the seasons changed. He hadn't breathed a word of this, not even to his mate, but she must have sensed it- the tension in his body. He was not a forgiving creature, and he had not forgotten. An angry huff, irrelevant to the conversation stirred the dirt. His head thrashed and he bit at his paw, scratching an itch that had arisen there.

Stark yellow eyes narrowed on his brother. Yes, he and his mate had spoken of this, and he'd told her his answer. It wasn't Tharin's job to remind him, or interfere. "I am aware. She is my mate." He responded shortly. This was a sore point for the male. He wouldn't bother explaining to Tharin the why, it wasn't relevant. Augustus was passive aggressive in his words, which lacked the energy he needed to back them. He didn't move from where he lay, conserving his energy. There was much going on in the pack, and most of it had to do with a particular chocolate hued woman. He'd seen her little clinic, or whatever she wanted to call it, and he resented it, he wondered what Tharin's thoughts were.

"So...That woman, Sky. What the hell does she think she's doing?" He was straight to the point and his voice growled his displeasure. He got it, she was a healer as well as Fayne, Jiva, Noah, and Deuce had been. Deuce's art he tolerated for the simple fact that it had saved Ciara's life, but the snowy woman had only a satchel of herbs and needles of bone, she hadn't bothered with human shelters. It didn't sit well with him. Whatever the needs she had to practice her art she could find them on the ground, as well as treat them there. He would not be coming to her should he be injured. He wouldn't admit that this was all partly because he was afraid of the heights the structure climbed. He never wanted to be caught with his paws off the ground. It felt so, unnatural.

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