Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-18-2021, 10:20 PM
He was quickly learning what buttons would irk Sera juuuust the right amount to tease her and get a reaction without pissing her off. Snark and sarcasm aimed in her direction seemed to do just the trick in that regard, and he gave her an innocuous smile that showed he had no regrets about the statues comment when she snorted in response. A low, rumbling chuckle echoed in his chest as the big dire wolf stretched his limbs out, paws clawing at the snow to flex his digits. Now that his appetite had been sated, he could start preparing for the next part of his journey... whatever that part may be. Some of the fun in not having a plan was facing the unknown variables of each day, not knowing what life would throw at him.
Sera asked if he had considered joining any packs, and he cocked his head to the side with a pensive look in his oily black eyes. "Well, I was part of one before... I was going to be in another before that one fell apart... I guess you could say I'm a jinx when it comes to packs, haha!" he grinned that signature toothy smile as he laughed. If there was ever a wolf to be considered jinxed or cursed, he could definitely be in the running. "I wouldn't say I'm object to the idea, but the idea of rigid structure just seems sooooo... dull." Alastor wasn't even sure if any pack of "normal" wolves would feel comfortable with the smiling demon lingering around their ranks, unless they had an opening for a scarecrow in their group.
Alastor gave a thoughtful "ah" sound when Sera mentioned her pack was due south of there, a short distance away. It would still definitely be a trek, even for the two of them to get all this meat back to her home. Fortunately, she began to take care of that concern as she set to butchering the elk into more manageable pieces for herself to carry. The more weight she took off, the more feasible it became for the larger, stronger dire brute to handle the rest. He took a step closer to assist her—and then hesitated and retreated back to where he had started, remembering how she had freaked out the last time he came close to her. Boundaries were not always something he respected, but he recognized when someone didn't want them crossed for a particularly painful reason. He could sympathize.
Once the elk had been cut down to size and Sera had moved away enough that he felt he could approach the carcass, Alastor came up to the elk and took a hold of the larger segment of the body, hoisting it up over his shoulders. While still weighty, he would be able to carry it, albeit maybe with some breaks along the way. "Only two," he answered her honestly. "The pack I was born into, I knew the Alpha by virtue of knowing his daughter. That was the lady I lost somewhere around here. She's the second Alpha I ever knew." He paused with a dark chuckle that had a tinge of anger on his breath when he spoke of her. "Although I suppose to be considered an Alpha, one had to actually make a pack first, so I doubt she fully counts." Not allowing the bitter thoughts to creep back into his mind, he turned to fix Sera with a more genuine smile and bright eyes—as bright as black could be—and said, "So! Would you like to lead the way home, little huntress?"
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