How it Was Supposed to Be

Looking much like a cat, Scully's paws shifted continuously as he balanced his bulk and tried to find the perfect jumping off point. It was quite possible he was about to hurt himself, but even knowing this the young man really didn't care. His confidence bolstered him, and how bad could a sprained limb be? His ears swiveled to catch Avella's words as he worked, the only other thing able to pull his focus right now.

Creepy, she called it, if these were indeed a means of dark rituals. He recalled the prey sacrifices, rare but occasionally advocated as necessary by the pack, particularly two fawns that were brutalised to ask the Moon Mother for a comfortable winter. It wasn't the gore that had thoroughly disturbed him, after all he was a wolf, but the shadows that had seemed to come alive and crawl towards them as the deed was finished. Scully still couldn't be sure what had been real and what had been mirrors and smoke with those women, and that was enough to unnerve him. Maybe he should get down.

"Maybe," he agreed. Maybe they'd find someone doing something more cool than asking for food and tricking men into siring litters, or at least get some answers about what they experienced. If someone could tell him it'd all be an illusion, he'd be just as happy, but his sister having some kind of feminine magic powers wasn't bad either. Surely she wouldn't use it against him, right?

Then she asked for a plan, and he shot her a toothy smirk before descending the worn monolith, sliding down half way and leaping the rest.

"Plans aren't much fun," he replied, and might have left it at that if it were anyone else he was talking to. Avella, however, was privy to a much more freely-talking Scully than anyone else, despite those months of separation in their childhood.

"Hopefully this place is as abundant as it seems, and we can take care of the baby until he starts pullin' his own," he wasn't sure if his instincts could be trusted so far from home, but it felt as though Winter were on it's way. It would depend on how severe the snows would be if they'd have to take shelter with strangers or not.

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for, Av."