Truth About Love
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Tharin finished his patrol of the borders, making sure all was secure. Lucia was growing rapidly, and he didn't want her to get hurt by someone thinking the pack wasn't strong enough. His wasn't the only scent intermingled in, others putting in the time to patrol the border as well, making it even stronger. Satisfied that all was well he stepped over the border, heading out to check on the herd of goats he'd gone hunting from.


It wasn't too far from New Dawn, just a short trot for the wolf to cover. Passing through the rocky terrain Tharin noted where the goats had passed through. They'd moved some. The salty scent he'd noticed before with the other hybrid was growing stronger as well. In fact, he was passing a few scent trails. Curious he slowed down, moving from the trail of the herd to the scent of a canine that had passed by recently.


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if i were in the arms of tomorrow...

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She had decided to go about in her four-legged form, none the less feeling vulnerable. Her things, clothing and accessories; were left back with the Corsairs. And who knew, maybe the little hybrid would find a bite to eat on the way. Eating fish steady just wasn't a great idea at that time. Black paws struck the ground in a dainty manner, with the grace of a hunter and the resiliency of a warrior. But whatever she was, she didn't see her as any of those. It stung to walk, the lacerations upon her legs and toes still hadn't fully healed. But it had taught the coydog something. Love and hate had no real differences. No boundaries to separate from the latter. And freaking out about it--Wasn't worth it. Isa wasn't worth it. Hadley wasn't worth it. From her time staying near the deep blue and the waves, the scent of salt and sea mist had threaded itself into ever fibre of her image. Selene was one with the ocean. A part of a crew. A mate. And maybe someday a mother. Life would be better. Her weaknesses thrown away.

In Lupus form, Sel brought her back to something more primal. As if she could imagine her ancestors, stuck in this form for their lives, this was all they knew. Reacting on instincts, at that time she wasn't the gypsy dressed in sophisticated linens, or the girl with the knack fitter jewelry. All she had was the piercings and the scars. Selene's mind stayed the same. It gave a sense of being free! Away from everything!

The terrain in which the slender coydog tread was soft against her pained feet, something in which the Italian could be grateful for. The scents of creatures large and small wafted into her delicate black nose, bears, birds, rodents, and other canines. A rodent in this matter, happened to scurry nearby. "Sure, why not." Selene murmured, crouching away from the stupid creature. It stopped, close enough for the girl to make out the whiskers twitching as it scented the air. There! Selene launched into the air, quick enough for the vole to move to the left in surprise. But it wasn't enough, her teeth clamped easily around its neck before anything could happen. It died instantly. A meal. A good, suitable meal other than fish. She trotted out from the slight vegetation, prize in her ivory teeth. She moved to catch the eye of another canine, stopping to drop the dead rodent at her feet, ears dropping slightly to her skull in a shy display. "Oh um--" She murmured, fumbling with words to address to the stranger. "I'm Selene" The girl didn't want to tuck into her food in front of someone else, so shyly she shoved the dead thing closer "Want some? I'd feel guilty just eating it here." 

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The female he'd been following emerged from the vegetation, a vole clutched in her mouth. Tharin stretched his head forwards curiously, sniffing at her. This was a hybrid as well. The same kind as Vesper. The rodent dropped to the ground, Tharin's eyes trailing after it. His tail was erect behind him, high in dominance. His ears pricked forwards as her own flattened submissively. She was a small creature, tiny compared to him. Many of the hybrids he met were small. Then again, so were most of the wolves he knew.


He listened to her introduction politely before speaking. I'm Tharin. I didn't mean to interrupt your hunt. He stepped back graciously, giving her room to move. Instead the vole was partly pushed towards him. Glancing down he considered the offering. It was something one would do for a higher ranked wolf, all the earmarks of submission on this one. He accepted it confidently, snapping the vole in half and pushing part back to her, swallowing down his own part.


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if i were in the arms of tomorrow...

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The brown and black creature watched as the male held his head higher, tail swinging over his back with ears straight as an arrow. A true show of dominance, yet it made no effect on who was equal in this matter. Still, she remained low, trying to make a better impression on the wolf. As she sat up straighter, watching him devour the vole in a single snap, she wondered who this guy came from. Tharin, his name was. Surely, it appeared a if someone would steal his half! She took a small bite of her own half, severing the furry skin from the precious warm flesh beneath. It was delicious, the fresh meat so wonderful at this time. She ate quietly, not minding the company.  

It was strange, not talking. And vaguely she wondered if Tharin was a shifter. To keep conversation rolling, the slender Hybrid asked between chewing and crunching on the tiny bones, "Where are ya from, Tharin?" A pink tongue came out of her maw to lick at the bloody mess on her muzzle, keeping her orangey-brown eyes on her companion.

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Watching her eat Tharin looked the small hybrid over. Her legs were very scarred, as if she had been attacked by something with vicious claws. He couldn't picture a creature that would do such things, striking at the limbs like that again and again. Certainly not a bear. Perhaps a mountain lion? Her bites were so tidy, neat compared to his more aggressive way of swallowing down the small meal, the taste barely savored before it was gone.


She was taking her time with the small rodent, seemingly enjoying every soft tender bite. I come from New Dawn. It's a pack where most of the wolves don't shift. Tharin knew that most of them could, with only a couple members like him incapable of doing so, but he didn't think about that most of the time, just enjoying the fact that he was with other wolves who lived on four legs like he did, instead of being confronted with trying to live among two leggers.


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The slender hybrid noticed him glancing at her coal-furred legs once and a while, feeling a bit self-conscious as he did so. But she knew he meant well, and surely it just was curiosity getting the best of the wolf. Her fluffy tail wrapped around them as she finished her meal, lifting her head in enjoyment as she stretched her neck. That was good. She sighed, glancing towards the forest. This was a good place to live. With her mate and the freedoms Nova Scotia gave her. Italy had more establishment. More laws to live by. It hurt her to think of restrictions, especially in such a wild beautiful place. Mahogany gazers trailed to the blood they had left behind, but it was a great meal. Something primal and enjoyable. Something that reminded Selene of where she came from, and what she had derived from long ago. Her bloodline was mixed with dog and coyote. Anything but wolf. In some places of Italy, they believed wolves to be not pure. Too wild to mix with society. Dogs, jackals, and coyotes reigned. Luckily her parents hadn't gone along with that. And her beliefs were nothing of discrimitory.

Sel listened intently, as he mentioned New Dawn. That was the wolf pack north. She had heard good things about that pack. Already they seemed strong. But she could ever join. "You can't shift?' How had Tharin managed to go so long without getting the taint? It fascinated her, yet she was born as a Luperci. She couldn't change or do anything about it.

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Tharin stretched out as Selene finished the meal, provoked by her actions. It had been a good snack, if not what he'd been looking for, simply curious about the mottled scents he had picked up. Tail swaying softly he let her relax, his own pelt too thick to let him really get comfortable yet. The land was a lot warmer than he was used to, different from his life north. Only time could really help him adapt to that.


The question surprised him a little. Tharin wasn't really too sure how to approach that question. For him it was strange that they could shift. For it to be an oddity that he couldn't was a rather unusual experience for him, used to only having his skill at hunting standing out. No. You can? Perhaps more blunt than he should have stated it, but Tharin couldn't really think about how else to approach it, the shock on his face still visible.


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