I just wanna run like a child
for Theory
Fertile
05-16-2020, 04:21 PM
She'd personally seen the last of the Winterfell wolves to the border. It had been a few weeks now but it felt like she'd just fixed Acere's departing rear-end with a determined glare yesterday. Patrols had been near-tripled and she'd taken to donning her newly minted armor on every single border excursion. The leather was still stiff and she wanted to break it in as soon as possible. She hadn't realized that part of the reason Rhyme and Poem's had looked so effortlessly comfortable was, well, wear time. Poem had inherited Shaye's armor (and it fit perfectly). Seeing her sister don it before the raid had stirred up something that she'd thought had been put to rest the night she joined Shaye in her den for the first time. There was no denying it - she might be alpha, but she wasn't Shaye's daughter. Would never be. Her heat had come early with the first frost. The discomfort and her roiling internal monologue had put her in a perfectly sour mood for today's patrol. When Theory could hear the waves from the bay in the distance her pace slowed just a little. She loved the build-up to the full vista of the beach. There was something exciting about seeing the ocean - maybe it was the vastness, or the deep, impenetrable darkness. It was wonderful and unknowable. Theo was used to closing her eyes and inhaling deeply to enjoy the salty air. The young alpha paused to do just that, flattening her ears and lifting her head to take in a big breath. Mmm... wait. What the - ? That was decidedly not the scent of an Abaven wolf. Even though the beach was just ahead through the treeline, Theory set off at a flat run towards the sand. Dirt and then little pebbles flew as she sped towards the shore, her blue eyes narrowed to a slit. Winterfell. He stank, stank, stank of Winterfell. Did Acere have some nasty plot? Was he this sore a loser? Or did he really, truly have no control over his pack? Bellamy's outburst had not gone unnoticed at the raid. What a shill, what a piece of shit, what a piss poor - THUD. She slammed into Kai from behind, toppling them both over into the water until she was standing over him. Okay, he was much larger up close. Huge, in fact. "Explain yourself, Winterfell scum," she panted, pleased that she had managed to get the sentence out in one, non-stuttering breath. Theory knew she'd blown it by running pell-mell. If she had any hope of winning in a fight, it would have been to sneak up on him. There was no way she'd be able to - were those tusks? Okay, okay. No problem. Shaye had trained her in the art of being diplomatic. She'd just, uh, talk her way out of this mess.
"theory speaks!"
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