He was getting fed up with them--if he'd thought he could get away with it he'd have tried smacking their heads together last week. It was the beginning of autumn, just wet enough that most of the fires were out but not yet wet enough to be miserable.
Fighting weather, both generally and specifically.
It shouldn't have come as a relief when one of the Tall-Pines runners showed up with news of a baron taking potshots at local river traffic and the wolves both, but it did.
Because it meant he could stomp into his brothers' section of the camp and hiss the news into both their ears at once.
And because once heard, the news caused identical toothy grins, until one turned to the other and said "River or ridge?"
"I'll take the ridge," Ruadhan said, grin broadening into something any wolf would have snarled back at full-force. "You can have the river, brother mine."
"Mind you don't drown when you come down," Donnel murmured, his grin fading to the planning-face Hernén had come to both admire and dread.
"Good hunting," was all he said, and didn't heave a sigh of relief as they turned away and began rousting as-bored packs and men.
It shouldn't have come as a relief when one of the Tall-Pines runners showed up with news of a baron taking potshots at local river traffic and the wolves both, but it did.
Because if they don't have something to focus on...
"I'll take the ridge," Ruadhan said, grin broadening into something any wolf would have snarled back at full-force.
Fighting weather, both generally and specifically.
It shouldn't have come as a relief when one of the Tall-Pines runners showed up with news of a baron taking potshots at local river traffic and the wolves both, but it did.
Because it meant he could stomp into his brothers' section of the camp and hiss the news into both their ears at once.
And because once heard, the news caused identical toothy grins, until one turned to the other and said "River or ridge?"
"I'll take the ridge," Ruadhan said, grin broadening into something any wolf would have snarled back at full-force. "You can have the river, brother mine."
"Mind you don't drown when you come down," Donnel murmured, his grin fading to the planning-face Hernén had come to both admire and dread.
"Good hunting," was all he said, and didn't heave a sigh of relief as they turned away and began rousting as-bored packs and men.
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Because if they don't have something to focus on...
"I'll take the ridge," Ruadhan said, grin broadening into something any wolf would have snarled back at full-force.
*purr*
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it's a shame she didn't know more about her enemy. she would've had marginally more success with boring them to death.
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