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The brute was frowning. His frown was deep in his face, wrinkles appearing right above his eyebrows. His arms were crossed tightly, pulling against his bare chest. The brute's throat was tight and in a tight knot. It was as if he could not speak without attacking the closest thing to him. He had his eyes narrowed that they were tiny slits compared to anything else on his face. The male felt humiliated and defeated. But he was confused. Dutch had gotten the message from a dream. They meant nothing to him, nor would they ever. The brute could not make sense out of any of it. He was beginning to wonder if he had eaten a bad rabbit the night before.
Dutch sighed. Of course he hadn't eaten a rabbit! He kept trying to reassure himself, but it was only making it worse. He was mad at himself. Mad at himself for not waking up before the dream ended. Mad at himself for ever having the dream. Mad at himself for not being able to figure out what it meant. It was too confusing. Dutch was giving up on everything. But why? A dream meant nothing compared to the other matters in the world. Dutch should be focusing on more important issues, rather than a dream. He was getting worked up about nothing. It was pointless. Meaningless.
Dutch concentrated on making sense out of it. In his dream, he remembered, he was being chased by something. Something big, black and loud. It was roaring at him, demanding that he change his ways and become kind to others. Dutch blinked. Was that what this was about? How he behaved to other wolves? Instantly, the anger and frustration flooded out of him. It was over powered by hard, loud laughter. He didn't pause for a breath of air. Instead, his laughter continued on for a good few minutes. Once Dutch was controled and had calmed down, he shook his head, smiling. What a fool he was! He really was a fool. The brute chuckled softly, ready to shaken by hysterical laughter again. Yet, it didn't come. He wondered why. No. Last time Dutch had started thinking deeply, it had made his thoughts run wild. He didn't need that. Not now.
The male yawned. It was a chilly evening and he was obviously tired. His narrowed eyes were now large and open, covered in the desire to sleep. The brute stood up, stretched and than sat back down again. He was lying on a hill, far from any of the pack members. Dutch didn't want to deal with any of them. He was much more happy sitting on a grassy hill, the stars and night sky above him. He leaned back, lying completely still. The stars twinkled and danced around him. Dutch, realized, it was irritating. It was as if they were mocking him. He swatted his arms at the stars, pretending to clutch them in his hands and squeeze them.
Dutch was entertained for a moment, but then smelled something. It was the wolf that he had encountered when he joined the pack. Cwmfen, he reckoned. He instantly shot up from the grass, standing on his feet. Cwmfen?! What was she doing here? Dutch rolled his eyes, realizing that this was pack land and she was completely allowed here. She was one of the highest ranks, for heaven's sake! Looking around, Dutch spotted her. She was lying on the grass, just like he had been. Walking slowly up to her, Dutch wondered what to say. He was too tired to think of anything clever or flirty. But he knew he had to think of something that would make Cwmfen notice him. Everyone noticed Dutch.
Dutch reached Cwmfen, flashing a large grin. "Hullo, Cwmfen. Are we going to play now?" The brute chuckled lightly, eyes dancing with playfulness. Screw being tired; the male had it all the time.
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