A Break In This Storm
12-20-2016, 11:23 PM
Her embarrassment was easy enough to see, and the older gentleman found himself letting out another laugh. For the first time in a few days he actually relaxed, his brown marked face growing softer as he gazed at the smaller lady. She was adorable, there was a part of her that made him think of Finch. He had the odd desire to coddle her and nip at his cheeks like he did when his kids were young. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but she seemed to retain quite a bit of innocence, just like Finch. "Don't be sorry, it sounds like you miss having a home," he said tenderly, his head lowering somewhat as he spoke to her. It was quite cute to watch her struggle, another chuckle rumbling in his throat. Very adorable. "But Abaven is more of a mercenary pack, our wolves can be leased out by other packs if there is a need for them, such as if they are low on hunters and healers, or need another set of teeth and claws in a war. Other than that we are a pretty close pack, I would say. Everyone feels like family once you settle in. We have warrior ranks, healers, officers and hunters. Most are self explanitory, but an officers job is to be out on the field a lot. They check in on wolves who are within other packs as well as keeping eyes on our allies and just all the packs in general. They are quick footed and fast, able to conceal themselves without being seen," he explained, shuffling on his rump as his wet fur clung uncomfortably to his form. "Would this be something that would interest you, Chanel?" There was no pressure, he wouldn't mind if she said no and went on her way. But with a storm like this he would probably let her stay in this little den, it was better than braving the wind and rain. He couldn't help it, she reminded him too much of his daughter. His fatherly side was already starting to take over. |
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