Present tense

Not that he didn't enjoy doing his duties in the Armada or anything, but it was only a short time ago that he was roaming the lands free, without a care, and enjoying every moment of it. Sirius had caught him in a moment of weakness and he'd easily joined, looking for a higher purpose at the time. While he was grateful for his place in the pack, he still longed of going wherever and doing whatever he wanted. Today, well, it was time for a run.

He finished his patrol and decided that maybe he'd return with a stash of rabbits or something for the cache, plus plenty of soft furs for the rest of the winter. Rabbit fur was one of the softest he'd felt, and despite how small they were, they made a good pillow. He'd already caught himself quite a collection of rabbits and now was choosing to carry the small carcasses back whole instead of skinning them on sight. The scent of blood would easily attract others, so keeping the pelts whole was probably best while alone. He'd taken a soft tree branch he'd found and stripped it of a few strips of it's soft bark and tied it to the hind feet of the rabbits. Keeping the weight equal on either side, he could now carry the rabbits strung over his back or simply in his jaws. Although temporary, it worked and allowed him to carry more than he had intended.

It was the sound of cursing that caught his attention and his ears swiveled towards the sound before his eyes followed, searching for the source. It took him a moment to see the darker other, clearly annoyed at something he could tell. Hopeful to pass by the other without being caught, he huffed as he realized it was the direction he needed to be heading. Not exactly the most camouflaged wolf in the hills, he could only hope that he wasn't going to be seen and he'd make it home without losing any of his catches.

"Speech!"

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