Healing is the worst part
06-27-2013, 07:23 PM
Gargoyle awoke much the same as he always did - with a blink and a sigh and a twitch and a yawn. He didn't shift around or stretch much, partly out of habit, but mostly because he didn't want to awaken his family. His little group always slept together. His favorite was when Ocena slept curled up at his belly, and the pups slept curled up at hers. Despite their considerable differences, they'd really clicked as mates. They still had their little secretive outings together, and Ocena fully understood Gargoyle's busy schedule. This morning was a good example of that - he needed to get moving. To be out patroling the borders. With surprising grace, the hulking chief pulled himself up and and stepped over the sleeping bodies of his family and pack mates, navigating himself towards the entrance. He saw Eren, relaxing near the 'doorstep', and paused. She was looking well enough, though... was she... talking to herself? The alpha's claws clicked on the stone floor as he took a few steps over. "Enjoying your hospice care?" he rumbled dryly. That sweet wolf Eria had been good enough to keep an eye on Eren recently, but she must've stepped out. Gargoyle had sensed a dislike from the sea-eyed fae when it came too much attention and not enough work so he made her an offer. "If you feel up to stretching your legs this morning, the pack's young 'uns could use some prey brought in." It wasn't an order, he was just drawling out an offer. |
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