Draw a line across the middle of your broken heart
08-14-2015, 08:07 AM
There was always a meeting around the corner for some reason or another, there was nothing that could be done to prevent them and even warnings of one wouldn't leave the healer feeling any more prepared or pleased for them when they finally arrived. It was with a heavy sigh that the wolf would make his way towards the meeting point, a steady pace, certainly not wanting to rush to arrive.
This meeting Sorrel had a feeling he knew the topics that would be covered, where they'd left off at the last; promotions and demotions, though neither of which he hoped for himself at the present moment. The raid too was bound to be covered, he hadn't been present himself, his fighting skills left much to be desired and he was better put to use patching up his pack mates at the end of such scuffles rather than breaking himself in the middle of one.
At last the Destruction-Gringoire boy arrived, not the last for once it seemed though far from being the first either. His twin once more had settled too close to the front for Sorrel's liking and so he wouldn't join Félicien for the meeting, instead settled towards the back of the group.
This meeting Sorrel had a feeling he knew the topics that would be covered, where they'd left off at the last; promotions and demotions, though neither of which he hoped for himself at the present moment. The raid too was bound to be covered, he hadn't been present himself, his fighting skills left much to be desired and he was better put to use patching up his pack mates at the end of such scuffles rather than breaking himself in the middle of one.
At last the Destruction-Gringoire boy arrived, not the last for once it seemed though far from being the first either. His twin once more had settled too close to the front for Sorrel's liking and so he wouldn't join Félicien for the meeting, instead settled towards the back of the group.
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