Whittle Away the Time We Have

It was her first time in a pack, so it was gratifying to hear she was on the right track. Alastor seemed like an absolute wealth of knowledge. Was there nothing he didn’t know or understand? She shook her head self deprecatingly. She wondered if she would ever be as self sufficient and knowledge as the likes of him. Sometimes it seemed an impossible mountain to climb. Had she really looked at him and thought a demon? She saw nothing but humanity in him now.

She took a bite of the Elk, she wasn’t terribly hungry, but she had been hungry often enough to know it was wise not to eat when you got a chance. She swallowed her mouthful and shrugged. Clearly feeling better with some patience and space. “Your loss” she teased, accepting the gift of the antlers as well.

She stifled a smirk at his bared teeth - something that definitely would have had her shaking in her boots before the hunt. Before something unspoken had passed between them. So long as he kept his distance, she didn’t think he was that fearsome after all. It was only when he got closer that her emotions decided to override everything else entirely. “Would you tell me about your girl, Alas?” she asked softly, not sure if it was a touchy subject for him. He had looked a little lost in his thoughts the first time it had come up.


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