Moving in together

His wounds had healed nicely since the fight and now, finally, after weeks of rest he could leave the quick den he had fashioned for himself and explore the lands Medea had chosen for him. The Nook was alive even in the summer heat, squirrels chattered and scampered through the fallen leaves while the summer sun shone through the lattice work of leaves. He had to admit it was nice, but the territory was too far removed from the Shrine. The Shrine had become key in his ultimate plans for vengeance, as long as the Abraxas had interest in it, he would need to hold it. He grumbled to himself, knowing that Medea would hate the idea of giving up her Nook, but ultimately, he was sure she would understand it was for the best.

He lifted his head, catching the scent of his closest and dearest friend on the breeze and crouched low with a wicked grin spread on his features. Silently, with measured steps, he moved through the Nook, his head lowered as he tracked his friend downwind with the trained precision of a hunter. He spotted his quarry, seemingly unaware of his presence and coiled the muscles in his back legs tightly. There was a brief moment of absolute stillness and then…He pounced, a playful snarl escaping him as he leapt to tackle his friend to the ground.

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