after supper walk a mile

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-25-2010, 05:17 AM

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In Character

The idea of being well fed only came with the safety of a pack or clan behind oneself. Gabriel himself had been a skinny little thing between leaving Inferni and arriving in Scintilla, and his likewise arduous journey back home. Even when Inferni had lived on the coast he had been smaller, given that their resources had been limited due to the placement of the group. Now that they had forests and fields at their disposal, it was not uncommon to see coyotes push fifty pounds and above. Gabriel himself outweighed most wolves, though this was in large part due to his breeding and not his diet. Still, his wolfish instincts believed in sharing a meal because they strengthen the bonds between pack members. It was an alien concept that was not entirely unfamiliar to him.

Once they were inside, Gabriel release the dead animal and lowered his body so he could meet his mother at her level. The Optime form was one he was ill accustomed to, and preparing to abandon as soon as possible. Her offer surprised the Aquila, who hesitated in order to make the equally painful transformation back to his lupus form. This time, an audible grunt escaped him as his shoulder not only burned but popped loudly, angered over the recent transformation and abused. Once shifted, he began panting heavily, but paused this to speak. “Sure, if you want,” he said, not sure whom to address. Settling onto his stomach, the coy-wolf grunted and fanned his ears backwards for a moment (a child-like motion that he could not help but do around his mother) to indicate he was uncomfortable. Still, his wounds were minor at best, and the cut on his side did not compare to the aching, burning shoulder. His head turned to eye his side, but his facial expression was unreadable as long as his mouth remained open, tongue and off white teeth exposed to the cold air.

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