Quackers

Finally, at long last a thin coat of fur had grown back on Gavroche’s body. His feathers were growing back in as well but, strangely enough the patterns were different from the ones he had been born with. Gav didn't understand why, but he was relieved to be getting fur and feathers back after dealing with agonizingly long months of being naked. He had been so embarrassed hanging around Bellatrix during that time, especially since she insisted he didn’t need his cloak around her… Gavroche thought differently. It didn’t feel proper to be so exposed around his best friend. But hell, after seeing him like that did he really have anything else he needed to hide from her?

That morning Gavroche was alone, walking into one of Auster’s territories after making the promise to meet with Trixy here. She had told him that the dam had also been part of Norad’s territory before the pack was given up to protect Nolan. Gavroche’s heart ached knowing that the boy had been threatened, that his family had been threatened over a pack of all things. Why couldn’t the strangers just make their own instead of uprooting a family? He didn’t understand how the pack hierarchy worked at all! But he didn’t bring that up to Trixy… he was sure it was a sore subject after all.

The scent of water was strong as he stepped onto the lush grass. From where he stood he could see that parts of the territory were flooded, and a look around made it easy to see why. Dams, built by the beavers that had been left unchecked with the fall of the pack, had sprung up just about everywhere. At least some of the local wildlife was enjoying the extra water. A family of ducks were swimming in the water, quacking happily. Gavroche’s stomach rumbled watching them. Right… he had skipped breakfast to come out here. Maybe when Trixy got there they could grab a bite to eat before they hung out?

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Word Count: 336
Total: 336

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