02-16-2009, 05:43 PM
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OOC: I'm high on the Winchester love <3 300+  And just like that, it was all over. Lubomir took the time to lick his muzzle clean before watching Haku come over to where he and Cwmfen were. The resentment flared once more in the grey male's eyes, but he suppressed it quickly enough. Now was really not the time to start anything like this. He tried to view everything in a positive light. Here he was, the killer of the doe and there would be meat for days now. No matter how quickly they would go through it there would still be enough left to store. Mew would feast from his kill. It made his heart swell with pride. In a way, he felt alone without her. Firefly and Haku he wanted to avoid as much as possible, Cwmfen he'd only just met. The pups were still small on his list of potential acquaintances. That, of course, left Slay and Cercelee, but neither of them made Lubomir wet himself with anticipation. He was not foolish enough to glare openly at Haku so instead he bowed his head and grabbed one of the doe's legs, helping the Lilium and the female drag the body towards the others. It was over. A successful hunt. He paused to congratulate himself, not on anything he'd done in particular, but on standing his ground and proving to those around him, who might not know the history between Lubomir, Haku and Firefly, that he was a good addition to the pack and worth keeping around for more than just Mew's satisfaction. It amused him, in a way, to find that he still thought of her so fondly. Perhaps Bane had been right and all he needed to do was muster the courage to tell her how he really felt. It would be tough, yes, but the prospect of happiness was enough for him. What was, truly, a life lived without hope? Reaching the rest of the pack, Lubomir dropped his part of the meat and waited for what would come next. His eyes sought Cwmfen and he smiled back. Truly he liked the female. Perhaps one day he would get to meet her again and understand why she piqued his interest. Throwing his head back and disregarding all need for self-preservation, Lubomir howled with joy and satisfaction. Finally, after so many months of travel and exhaustion, he had found a place he could call "home". |