Troublemaker

*Sarak* · 06-25-2013, 12:17 PM

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Sarak

He watched as she glared down at her kill, glad when his words seemed to have a slight effect. The half smile may not have reached her eyes, but it was still a smile. No one in Blackmoon pack smiled unless it was while they were killing or shredding something. He studied her as she broke off a leg and set it in front of him. He gave a faint smile, the first of that expression to be seen on his face, and barely noticeable, as she spoke, glad to hear her embarrassment lightening to something less depressed.

As she glanced at him, he crouched and crunched down the leg, one eye watching her as she went back to her hare and began eating. After the first few bites, her vigor returned and she spent a full moment afterwards, it seemed, licking her lips to get at the blood. ?Rub your face through the clean snow. It should clean the blood from your fur.? Nothing dangerous in giving that bit of information. A wolf got bloody from kills that were prey, not just assassinations. His gaze went to his paws, before he wandered to a clean patch of snow, burrowing his face into it and scrubbing his muzzle with the snow.

Rising to his paws again, he glanced over his shoulder at her, tail giving a small tock-tock of a sway as he waited for her to clean up. Once she did, he found the path she had taken in her impromptu hunt, making sure she could follow him easily.

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