White Line Fever

*Oleander I* · (This post was last modified: 01-16-2017, 12:07 PM by Oleander I.)

His companion didn't seem to mind his awkward mannerisms, or at least was kind enough not to comment on it. It made some of the tension in his shoulders relax, a sigh passing through his nose. He saw Faite glance around for Cedar, but the jackal was in no mood to be social. They were both on the verge of starving, and taking a break to chit chat didn't seem like a good thing at the time. He shrugged his shoulders in a means of explaining him not being here, his ears swiveling towards her as she spoke. He shook his head slightly, as much as the man liked to explore he just didn't have it in him today. "Cibus, food. The winter has been hard on us, very arduum difficult. The sound of birds drove us here, since we haven't had any luck searching for my friend," Oleander said with a slight frown, but it quickly vanished as he looked up at the woman with a hint of a smile taking over his features. "But you have been busy, no? You're a mater, a mother now?" He didn't want to pry, but from her scent it was rather obvious that she had little ones at home. She still smelled of a pack, but if he remembered correctly it was not the same as before. Very similar, if he wasn't try to pick it apart he wouldn't have noticed it. Ollie wanted to ask if she left home, or if maybe leadership had changed, but one personal question was enough for now.

After a few moments the orange and black form of Cedar slunk into the area, two birds clasped firmly in his jaws. Oleander's eyes lit up as he dipped his head to his brother, hastily taking a bird that was offered to him. Softly he muttered in Latin, thanking the bird who gave its life to keep him fed. All life was sacred, and they deserved to be thanked for the service they were doing for him. "Tibi gratias ago pro vobis vitam et vires subministrare corpus. Corpore fit unum corpus, ut revertaris in terram de qua sumptus es natus ossa." Quickly glancing at Faite as if to see if it was okay, he began to pluck the feathers and pick off any meat that he could get too.

This left Cedar who eyed the woman, his head tilting to the side. "You have changed packs." The jackal said without a care, earning a stern glance from his wolf companion. Cedar lacked any real care for being gentle and kind, making up where Oleander lacked. It made them a good pair, but the gray wolf didn't always appreciate his blunt manner. The wolf's eyes were apologetic as he glanced at the woman, but he was too busy consuming all he could in a quick matter to say anything.

"SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS" -- "SPEAK LATIN"

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White Line Fever

Oleander I