Preparing a Feast
03-28-2014, 05:26 PM
| Sarak |
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Mechanically, long legs carried the mottled brown male toward the call. It was the first pack hunt, and naturally, as a Psi, he needed to be there to pitch in. For now, he forced his depression aside in the interest of keeping the pack fed. He needed to stay alive, to be here when Azalea came home. Or for her two sons. His sons. The two boys had already had a Valhallan ethic instilled into them; he doubted they would accept Isardis, if they were even there. Moss green gaze clouded with worry. Would they come home? Ever? He was second to arrive at Ashtoreth?s side. He didn?t begrudge her for her happiness. Just because he was alone, his mate gone, he wouldn?t insult Erani?s kindness and all that she had done for him instead of killing him two years ago. He wouldn?t be bitter toward those that had not done anything. So when it came to work, he compartmentalized his pain, and set it aside. And there was a thrill to the hunt that just slightly helped him feel better. Silently, he nodded to Ravine, their newest Sigma, a trainee, and turned his attention to Ashtoreth, vaguely wondering if she carried new lives for Valhalla, and hoping she didn?t get hurt in the hunt. |