A hunting we will go

*Nibelheim* · 10-17-2013, 08:56 AM

Nibelheim?s fangs were still deeply embedded in the buck?s torn esophagus when the familiar, crisp white form bobbed into sight. There were no outward expressions for her to divine the wolf?s mood outside of his general tension from a freshly ended hunt but that was not to say he was internally composed as well. No, Nibelheim was furious. The only thing saving Cashmere was that she might still be useful to him and that he had mind enough to withhold his fury over her disobedience.

He?d told her explicitly to remain in the crypt, to stay where she would be relatively safe and where her capture or conversion to another?s group could take place. She had disobeyed him so readily that he began to question whether or not the former omega had truly suffered the lengths to make her utterly submissive. Or perhaps he was being too lenient with her all this time and now she believed herself on the same tier as him? The thought made his eyes visibly narrow on the sniveling mess in front of him, begging for his forgiveness and attention. 'They didn't beat her hard enough...' He growled to himself but decided it was best to see what had prompted her decision.

Slowly, more to keep from lashing at the female than to assure himself of his prey?s death, Nibelheim pulled his teeth from the buck. ?Cazmere?? Soft limericks asked, barely a whispering in the night with how he feigned confusion. Even after a weeks time the foreigner had yet to grasp the syllables of her name and resorted to the odd pronuciation rather than attempting to correct it or otherwise made use of his favored nickname - liebling - when he spoke. ?What are you doing here? Is everything alright?? Stepping away from the buck to attend to her, the weighty mask of concern etched over his visage as he moved to her side, rasping his tongue comfortingly over her ears as he?d grown accustomed to doing whenever she was within touching distance.

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