a little R&R
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07-07-2019, 11:33 AM
Benedict he'd hunted enough. not looking for praise or promotion, Benedict had worked tirelessly instead to just provide for the pack that took him in. he'd brought Abaven fish, hunted with Shaye, included himself in Valhalla's hunt on behalf of his pack and wandered far to find anything of value. he had earned rest for at least... a few hours? then it was off to work again. laying among the tall grasses on the pack's land, he'd close his eyes and allow the autumn breeze to beat against his fur. with summer's humidity gone, he felt it'd be a cold winter coming up. he was just glad to have found a pack that accepted him. especially when they had gone through their own problems as of late. Benedict heard a woman had died - not the old woman that had perished in the fire - and by a feline's claws. he was reminded of the tiger at the border and tales of a lion residing in Abaven too. he wondered if this was all leading up to something. then he realized he didn't want to know. he just wanted to relax, to rest his bones. he wasn't old yet but he felt like he had done enough to relish this rest. Benedict had turned four years this autumn, and he felt nostalgic. he hadn't exactly accomplished anything noteworthy but he had the rest of his life to do so. children and mates were placed at the back of his head; he didn't need them to feel accomplished. he wasn't the type of man to throw his genes everywhere. he'd be quite happy in Abaven until he either died or was asked to leave. |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent