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It was night, their second night in the pack already, and it was about that time for Sasha to retreat from his exploration for the day and regroup with his brother, wherever he were. His paws were tired, and sore, particularly the two front ones which ached with each step, and he owed his thanks to the difficult and trying work of a temporary marine man for that. There was a quick fix for that problem, even if he didn't particularly like it, and it wasn't bad enough for him to choose his painful steps instead.
And so he was walking, on his two hind legs, virtually silently through the forest part of their new pack's territory. He was playing a game with himself, stopping whenever one of his massive paws cracked a twig, squatting, looking around intently as if he were being followed by some kind of apex predator. An owl would hoot, and he would stop again, look up at it and just stare, then pull an invisible spear from the backpack that he was not wearing, and mock throwing it up at the night bird. Knowing there was no threat, the animal did not move. Sasha acted as if he had caught the next day's breakfast.
How he missed the old country, not having to wear clothes like those Luperci in England, and having all of his family around him instead of just his one brother. Not that his brother wasn't enough family for him, Aleksandr was just a very family-oriented man and needed more guidance than another man hardly a day older than he was. Well, this new pack, had the potential to become his new family, didn't it? Or was he going to be some kind of Russian Mafian and treat anyone out of his family like they aren't like him? How did his mind even get on this topic?
Дмитрий! Где вы находитесь?1 he hollered into the forest.
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1Dmitri! Where are you?
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[html] Dmitri had been running around all day just enjoying their new home; his paws were sore too, but since he was usually always in Optime form walking didn't hurt him. He did have to stop messing with everything because of a particularly bothersome blister on his right hand; he'd popped it earlier and now it was stinging and burning like a bitch. And it got worse every time he moved a finger or something. As he walked he tried not to mess with it but he kept poking at the area by the popped blister like some stupid masochistic kid who kept putting his hand on the stove even though it hurt terribly every time. He bit his lip, nearly running into a tree before he stopped at hearing Sasha call. Dimi glanced in the direction he'd heard his brother's voice before loping over and popping out from behind a tree with a grin on his face.
"Vot zdesʹ!" he said cheekily before squatting down into a more comfortable position. "Razve nuzhno chto-to, Sasha?" Dimi toned down his stupidity some and gave one of his curious headtilts, tail sweeping across the ground friendlily.
He found he was having quite a good time here, unlike Sasha. He could understand his discomfort though; he was always the one who took to the more simplistic way of living back home with their tribe. Dimi had always wanted more; he'd be bored easily with just surviving. He wanted to live, to learn-- not that there wasn't a lot to learn back with their family... it just wasn't what he wanted to learn. And now Sasha was stuck in the opposite situation. He just hoped his dear brother adapted; he wasn't going to force him to wear clothes or conform like he was trying to do himself.
Dimi edged closer to Sasha before giving him a brotherly nudge. "Kak vy dushe on zdesʹ?" He hoped the answer wasn't "it sucks". But then it had been Sasha's want to leave England to come here.... but he wasn't going to rub that in, he wasn't that mean.
Vot zdes'! = Right here!
Razve nuzhno chto-to, Sasha? = Did you need something, Sasha?
Kak vy dushe on zdesʹ? = How are you liking it here?
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Wtf Crys, do you take Russian? xD
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It did not take his brother very long to arrive, and Sasha was glad about that, for he only had a few short minutes to stand around, alone, waiting. His call had been loud enough, or perhaps Dmitri hadn't even been far away in the first place, and they had somehow by chance ended up in the same place, almost together, before he had suddenly felt like he needed his brother's presence. He turned swiftly upon hearing his brother's voice the first time, to face him, or where he thought the voice had come from.
And, there he was, smiling and squatting and tilting his head, but Sasha did not see his tail, not that he needed to see it to be able to understand what kind of mood his slightly older brother was in. His lip twitched, smiled for a second, before it became straight as a line once again; his wonted expression for casual settings. Nyet,1 he responded, and shook his head once as an extra negative. Только ты.2
Sasha walked over to him, which wasn't all that far considering they had already been relatively close to each other, and squatted down closer to the ground, himself. But, he did not like that position as much as Dmitri seemed to, and so used his arm to ease himself down into a sitting position on the soft ground, relaxing his hind legs and hugging his knees close to his chest like a young boy in the cold. It was the first time he felt comfortable in hours, and he had not realized this; when was the last time he sat down? Mid-afternoon?
Это слишком рано говорить.3 He shrugged his shoulders, and then reached up one hand to rub at and fiddle with his piercing, not really noticing it or thinking about what he was doing, just stalling until he could come up with something else to say. He thought for a few seconds, for several seconds, maybe even a minute or two in silence. Then, he decided he had an answer appropriate to mutter. Хорошо здесь. Но, я думаю, что я всегда буду скучать по родине.4
He looked up at his brother, then, and let his ear alone, bringing his hand down to help the other one in hugging his knees. А ты, Дима? Как вам это нравится?5
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1No.
2Just you.
3It's too early to say yet.
4It's nice here. But, I think that I'll always miss the Old Country.
5And you, Dima? How do you like it?
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