There Will Be Trouble When The Kids Come Out
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ooc murr


The dark backed male had finished his work that day. The rabbits were strung up above the prep counter, ready for cooking, he'd get to that some time in the week. Or to be more exact, Iven would get to that. While Galileo could cook, for one he didn't usually like to and for another he wasn't that good. No, Io had always been the one with that skill, even from a very young age she would sneak off to the kitchens to watch or sometimes help. Galileo was usually to busy endorsing himself in bad behaviour and fighting to do 'girl stuff' as he had put it in his childlike years.


Galileo sighed as he lowered himself to the ground. How long had it been since he had relaxed? A pretty long while ago he guessed. He was always too busy trying for a co-rank or doing something for the pack, it seemed as if he was always doing something else for some one else. The secui formed male rolled onto his back lazily, the breeze blowing through the chino fur on his stomach. It was an uplifting feeling to have no work to do, no hunting to do.


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Trouble just seemed to follow the child, it was just always there like her shadow, never leaving, always coming out to play. The young Moonsong female felt a rumble though her stomach, and she just wasn’t the skilled huntress that her mother was, and with her out playing so much she knew that her mother would have more time to move them into the house that she had been talking to their father about. Her nose up in the air, she could seem meat, the smell made her stomach grow, she closed her eyes as she gave out a short whimper, she was going to die if she didn’t eat, well maybe not that dramatic but she knew she was hungry. Following her nose, she walked into a kitchen, she wasn’t sure whose it was, but there was meat, and more than enough rabbits for her to have just a tiny bite. She stood there looking up at the strung up rabbits, and then back down to where she was standing, her little mind started to go to play of how she was going to get to the rabbit.

Lowering her-self back onto her back legs, she jumped, her mouth opened, and shut and still was nothing in her mouth, so the child talked over to the counter, putting her front paws upon the counter and using her back paws to get up onto the counter, the child licked her lips as she jumped again them time her mouth clipped onto a rabbit, with a thud the child landed on the floor, but not before a stack of pots and pans came clacking down onto the floor. She gave a sheepish grin with a soft giggle as she took out of the kitchen prancing out like she had just completed the hardest mission in her life.
Seeing the male laying upon the ground she walked over to the male, dropping the rabbit. ”Hey Mister would you like some? You look kinda down.” It was a only with an open heart she offered her hard fought for meal up to the male.



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ooc murr


As much as he had tried to ignore it, the clashing pots and pans came up to him. Or more, the cause of the clashing pots and pans. A small girl pup. A scowl covered his face, but as the child offered up her lunch, he shook his head, the scowl disappearing and covered up by a soft, brief smile, 'No, thank you. It sounded as if you tried really, really hard to get it'. Acting childish, amused him, but recently while trying to raise his rank and aim for his co-rank, there had been strictly no time for that. And beside, it had sounded as if the child had risked injury for the prey. The girl child seemed familiar, 'Now, who do you belong to? And more importantly, where are they?' She smelt like the pack, so if she had joined with her parents, or parent, they couldn't be far. Similarly, if she had joined alone, he assumed someone would be caring for her. Rather like Io and Aslan.


Galileo sat up and shrugged, 'I'm not down, just relaxing. I've been very busy...' He didn't know why he was talking to a child, but at least it was someone to take to that wouldn't judge him.


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