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Havoc Avninder · 10-08-2012, 09:27 AM

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Havoc hadn’t anticipated how hard it’d be to get through the mountains with a party consisting of an inexperienced cheesemaker, a loudmouthed lurcher, and a milk cow. She wanted to smack herself in the face for not planning this through, but in all honesty this was better than the alternative they’d had a couple of days ago. The wolf trader had offered them a ride on the back of the cart in exchange for “a roll with the jackal girl.” She’d been quick to jerk away from him, and only Calloway’s inexperience with fighting and the wolf’s disinterest in killing strangers prevented a grave being dug on that side of the mountain.

The tan hybrid still shivered at the thought, but she was quick to hide the unease from Calloway whenever the long-muzzled lurcher glanced over at her, blue eyes captivating and concerned from under his trilby. Men didn’t show fear; a man would have probably punched the trader in the mouth for the suggestion. Calloway had, anyway, and come away with a bloody hand from the wolf’s teeth. Havoc avoided staring at the bandages, though, because while she could be concerned she shouldn’t baby her friend over it.

“Do we have any cheese left?” Havoc asked instead, shaping her voice as she usually did to let it roughen and deepen. It’d become such a part of her by now that she didn’t have to think about it.

Calloway tipped his hat up with a finger then looked back at the color-sided cow, who was walking along gladly except for the occasions she stopped to browse along the very few still-green leaves on the foliage lining the rocky path. Her packs were beginning to slip, and so the sighthound crossbreed stepped back to adjust them, while searching for said cheese. “I think we ran out, not that it’s a good idea to cram our mouths with all cheese and no meat. I’m already feeling queasy.” He rested a hand on his thin, brindle belly.

“I’m just hungry,” Havoc grumbled, but didn’t say anything else. She was a terrible hunter, with Calloway doing most of the prey-catching for them, but it’d been chilly lately and Havoc somehow doubted there’d be anything out to catch other than, perhaps, a stringy squirrel. A stringy squirrel actually sounded quite good.

Licking drool from her chops, the jackal mutt glanced around at the autumn canopy in search for one of the little creatures, but her attention was jerked away by a grunt from the bovine behind them. Quickly Havoc turned, noting the direction Dhenu was staring and following her gaze; she thought she could see a greyish shape further down the narrow trail. She couldn’t tell what species it was, other than being a canine, but from Calloway’s expression he’d decided it was a girl.

Great.

Frowning, Havoc quickened her pace to pass the brindle dog and raised a hand to her mouth, calling out a greeting to the dusky-colored Luperci, trying to sound and look more confident than she felt. “Hello!”

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