Pinky swears don't work no more

*Ramsay* · 10-03-2016, 11:53 PM

Ramsay paced anxiously. It seemed like he had been doing so for days. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't seen anyone. The boy was a bit of a mess. His cheek ached and throbbed where his brother had left lacerations, and every time he turned his head one way or another, the deep punctures in his scruff, crusted over now with dried blood, cracked open painfully. Yet, he was avoiding everyone on purpose. He didn't know where Vadim was... his brother's scent didn't linger anywhere that he went. Guilt clawed at him. Was his brother okay? His pride told him he'd only done what was right, not to worry about it. Vadim was a tough boy. He could take it. They'd both heal up, and things would go back to normal. Why did it feel like it was taking forever?

Desperately, he wanted to seek out his siblings, his father... but surely he'd be in deep trouble when they discovered what had happened. He had to keep quiet, stay on the down-low. He could only assume that Vadim was doing the same, since he hadn't found the boy's scent anywhere. He'd noticed the scents of other wolves, but Ramsay hid each time he thought someone was close, or taken off as fast as he could. The boy was getting tired though. His wounds pained him, and his stomach ached and begged for food for his still-growing body. Today, he was in a haze, for as he rounded a rocky bend, he found himself face-to-face with someone very familiar, and he hadn't noticed his scent at all. "Greed!" his brother's name came forth without hesitation. Well, now what was he supposed to do? There was no way he could play off the dried blood and crusted wounds on his face and scruff like they were nothing. Breathing heavily, paranoid and exhausted, he glanced around, wondering if anybody else was near. It had been so long since he'd been alone with Greed, and he hadn't expected to meet him under these circumstances, caught completely off-guard.

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