No one ever said that life was fair, and I'm not saying that it should be
So knowing that you are where you want to be, and I'm not, comes as no surprise
But don't expect me to be happy for you
And don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too
I don't want your pity
I hate your pity
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The man had been less than thrilled with the arrangements and predicament that he found himself in. Restricted to the knolls, he had discovered his primary function as a Servus was to hunt. But did Naoise want to hunt for these bastard wolves? No. He hadn’t either... At least not yet. As time went on he found himself growing thinner and thinner. It was too hard trying to survive on meager meals. If only for his own survival he’d need to start working with the other captured Hellstrom wolf for bigger game. Perhaps it could also fill his time... It’d been terribly boring.
So Naoise was seeking her out. His body moved with purpose, green gaze seeking the woman with the scars. He didn’t know her name, merely knew her as a packmate. A lot of good that pack had done for them. Had they even cared that two of their members had been claimed? Naoise truly wondered. He knew that his parents would have cared... And surely his father had noticed his prolonged absence by now. Hell, he was even starting to miss Mystic at this point.
He felt... Grumpy. There was an rise in the level of mud and muck since spring came too. Trekking about was more of a chore... And it just made Naoise all the more unhappy. He wore an irritated expression; brow furrowed, ears back, and eyes slightly narrowed. He hated this predicament. But he knew there was only one way out of it, though the process itself irritated him even more. But alas, life wasn’t fair. He’d just need to bite the bullet and get started on the road to freedom.