What a thorny situation

The boy walks stiffly as he saunters up toward to Remus, the stupid thorns poking him with each subtle movement of his body. Calico Jack doesn’t fault the man for the snort of laughter that is given upon his arrival since, if their roles were reversed, he doubts he could hold his laughter to a snort. Thankfully, the man offers to help and the boy practically shouts, “Yes! Thank the Gods.” With that, he hustles over, standing still as Remus begins to pluck the pokey bastards from his fur.

A wince crosses his features as they both work to toss the brambles back where they came from, the boy only pausing to lick away blood that wells on his nose after a rather nasty tangle bites back. Icy blue gaze turns to the mass off overgrown, sticky bushes as Remus gestures back the way he came, speaking about it not being the way. A cocky, self-assured smile graces his lips as he says, “It does lead out of here! It will just leave you looking like me.”

Eyes glisten with unvoiced humor as Remus returns to freeing his legs and Jack continues to look at the brambles around them. Thorns cover every long, snaking vein that curls across the paths and it is impossible to tell which way out would lead to the least amount pokes. As another set of brambles is removed, pulling him back to the present, the boy muses aloud, “I wonder how many wolves have been tempted to set fire to this land and why the hell they haven’t done it yet!”

Calico Jack looks to the man, cocking a brow at Remus as he poses the rhetorical question, the corners of his lips wiggling up as he tries to make the older wolf laugh while the boy decides that this land is his absolute least favorite place in the whole world. Stupid thorns.


"Calico Jack"