[Wild Roses] Trickwood Unification
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'Verse/characters: Trickwood Unification; Fintain, several bemused wolves
Prompt: klgaffney: "charcoal burning down to fluffy white ash"
Word Count: 324
Notes: Remember how he was using wolf body language to flirt with the lady tiger here?
Yeah. I might have concerned my roommate with the chuckling as I realised what this prompt wanted to be.
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It was full-night watch on an evening cold enough to need a fire but not the sort of night that liked to make lye with snowmelt and wood ash.
Fintain held the watch, along with a wolf beta and several gammas; most of the humans, rather more than half the wolves and all four of his brothers present were laid out flat with exhaustion from the last three days. But the excitement had ended that afternoon, so Fintain was placing spark-ante bets with himself as the wood burned down to charcoal and the charcoal burned down to fluffy white ash, watching the wolves and the dark in roughly equal measure.
He held both Geoffrey's and Hernén's alarm networks in the back of his head--Donel and Ruadhan were both a bit useless for those, Ruadhan more so because he cared less--so wasn't particularly worried about anyone actually sneaking up on the camp.
Instead he was watching the way a particular four-legged wolf could saunter by the fire he was sitting near, and six heads would turn to watch them, all lupine, and roughly equally split between the sexes so he couldn't guess at the flirter's gender.
Could watch the way a two-legged wolf could sit down after wandering out of the dark, his body language to human eyes nothing but easy and loose, and four heads turned to watch him, three of them female.
Fintain being his father's son, he couldn't quite resist catching the beta's eye briefly before he leaned back himself, mentally reaching for the same ease as the two-legged wolf, and the curve of the four-legged's spine.
Every head he could see whipped around at the faintly distressed noise the beta made deep in her throat, but some of the eyes in the dark didn't look worried, so much as intrigued.
He relaxed a little farther against the log he was using as a backrest, gave the wolves an eyes-only smile.
'Verse/characters: Trickwood Unification; Fintain, several bemused wolves
Prompt: klgaffney: "charcoal burning down to fluffy white ash"
Word Count: 324
Notes: Remember how he was using wolf body language to flirt with the lady tiger here?
Yeah. I might have concerned my roommate with the chuckling as I realised what this prompt wanted to be.
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It was full-night watch on an evening cold enough to need a fire but not the sort of night that liked to make lye with snowmelt and wood ash.
Fintain held the watch, along with a wolf beta and several gammas; most of the humans, rather more than half the wolves and all four of his brothers present were laid out flat with exhaustion from the last three days. But the excitement had ended that afternoon, so Fintain was placing spark-ante bets with himself as the wood burned down to charcoal and the charcoal burned down to fluffy white ash, watching the wolves and the dark in roughly equal measure.
He held both Geoffrey's and Hernén's alarm networks in the back of his head--Donel and Ruadhan were both a bit useless for those, Ruadhan more so because he cared less--so wasn't particularly worried about anyone actually sneaking up on the camp.
Instead he was watching the way a particular four-legged wolf could saunter by the fire he was sitting near, and six heads would turn to watch them, all lupine, and roughly equally split between the sexes so he couldn't guess at the flirter's gender.
Could watch the way a two-legged wolf could sit down after wandering out of the dark, his body language to human eyes nothing but easy and loose, and four heads turned to watch him, three of them female.
Fintain being his father's son, he couldn't quite resist catching the beta's eye briefly before he leaned back himself, mentally reaching for the same ease as the two-legged wolf, and the curve of the four-legged's spine.
Every head he could see whipped around at the faintly distressed noise the beta made deep in her throat, but some of the eyes in the dark didn't look worried, so much as intrigued.
He relaxed a little farther against the log he was using as a backrest, gave the wolves an eyes-only smile.