YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID

*Twotone* · 12-09-2013, 04:20 AM

Twotone laid on his side in one of the many tunnels laid out in the Amenti caves, a loud yawn piercing through the low hum of wind in the caverns. He hated it here. Truly hated it. It was cold, lonely and desolate within the caves, the whole of the pack seemed to want at each other's throats. All the better for me to work for the king on high He thought sarcastically. He hated his job most of all. How was he supposed to fix people? He could barely fix himself most of the time, he had only ever dabbled in healing. He huffed and laid his head between his paws, his tail tucked under him as he thought of how hopeless his situation truly was.

A howl brushed over his ears and he instantly shot up. Food. There was food! Maybe this pack wasn't so bad after all, I mean come on, there was food! His legs carried him far and fast into the center of the pack territory, tail wagging feverishly behind him...Until he saw Syrinx. Damn that man. He had hoped he would be able to snag a bite or two before the arkhos saw him, but now he'd have to wait until the huge oaf ate, not out of respect, but rather fear. He supposed he would like that. Disgruntled he sat as close to the deer as he could without the tendrils of fear sneaking into his stomach and waited, head inclined toward the brave little hunter. "Twotone." He introduced, visibly and audibly unhappy.

He turned his attention back to the deer, licking his lips at the thought of fresh venison. He was sure it would have tasted better without the alpha around to spoil it for everyone.
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