fire and ice

[Jefferson Soul]

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Hi! :B wc390 An ear flicked upright at the familiar cry as its sound danced with the slight breeze, and the dozing hybrid's head lifted from the ground. He glanced from side to side, somewhat confused for a moment--what was that sound? Damn, he made a better loner than he did a packmate. The poor gimp could hardly tell a good howl from a bad one at that point, finding the whole process still a bit complicated and confusing, but assumed the voice to be one of gathering, and with a disgruntled sigh he climbed painfully to his three legs and was off, limping his way through the frosty winds. It was funny, how much colder it seemed when he lacked the meat on his bones, though the road to regaining his full health had been started weeks past. The improvement was clear, and Jefferson himself was already beginning to reap the benefits. The loyalty he found for the pack, wherever it had come from, was his unconscious way of somehow paying them back. As he shuddered in the wind, he hoped his instincts on the howl were correct, and he was not limping his way into some sort of disaster. Though, even if he was, he would never have run from it. Unfortunately, the howl was a bit bittersweet. He viewed the fire's glow from a distance and picked up his speed, anxious to be comforted from the cold a while, and was a bit more delighted to see Iskata as well, being that she was one of very few that he'd actually befriended in his own pack. When he grew closer, his tail raised into the air optimistically, and his raspy, sarcastic voice crawled from his throat. "I didn't know ritual sacrifices were part of the pack's tradition," he joked, rolling his shoulders as he limper closer, but froze mid-step when his eye laid upon the white wolfess through the flames. He'd only "met" her once, but for some reason, would not mistake that face for anyone. His eye rolled and he immediately backed off, with a sigh and groan: "Oh, great. Nevermind." Jefferson, apparently, had to unconsciously defend his title of having no self-restraint when it came to others. This in mind, had he had time to actually look at Iskata, the topic of pregnancy probably would have come up.

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