to the last damned breath

Drowsy though he may be, Hati was far from oblivious to the approach of the younger wolf, opening his golden eyes just the merest slit. She seemed disappointed - looking for someone specific, was she? He grunted at her words, finally opening his eyes up all the way. "Too damn hot to do anything else," he growled by way of explanation, though why he felt the need to explain anything to this whelp was beyond him. He stood, stretching, feeling the pull of knotted muscles beneath his recently healed injuries. The old healer had done good work, he admitted grudgingly to himself, though she'd have done better just to let him die.

He turned his luminous gaze to the other wolf in scrutiny. She looked like moonlight incarnate - rather poetic for the bluntly straightforward Hati, but there it was. White coat, silver eye, she gleamed in the moonlight, and the surprising splash of color added by her mismatched eye was certainly attention-grabbing. Hati's thoughts stirred in a much darker direction, but the laziness of a full belly and the hot air put a stop to any ideas he might have had. Besides, she carried herself with the pose of command, of a warrior, and he was feeling much too apathetic to risk a fight. "So you lookin for someone or just bein sociable?" He yawned, then added with a nod toward the deer carcass and a surprising amount of politeness, "Kill's fresh if you're hungry. Feel free."



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