Sidescene, not necessarily canon. Prestory. (p2/2)
She studies you, almost feral with her pain. She's looking for pity so that she has an excuse to claw your guts out, but you show her nothing and that only stokes her fury higher.
High enough that she says it, sweetly vicious.
"They might even have a place for you."
The world goes red.
By the time your vision clears, you are outside and your partner is walking (limping) by your side.
The fur cover on his false leg is growing manky. You'll need to get some new furs and sew up a replacement soon, before the metal starts showing through.
Phantom pain sparks through you with every step he takes. It took you a couple of years to stop wincing. By now, you think you might not know you were bound to him if not for the pain.
You make sure you know how your lil' bros are doing. Shit happens. If Deck (seriously, kiddos?) gets injured, you don't want them making medical decisions half-out of their minds.
Could end worse than with a faulty experimental leg grafted directly into - into Deck's nerves.
Worse than not being able to run with the pack any more.
You can feel yourself smiling, though you don't think it's funny. All those romantic ideas about lone wolves, they all get it so wrong. You'd never tell anyone, and you aren't sure if even your pack-raised sister gets it, but you know like you know how bad it hurts to walk...
Lone wolves are the ones who're too worthless to get to join a pack.
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She studies you, almost feral with her pain. She's looking for pity so that she has an excuse to claw your guts out, but you show her nothing and that only stokes her fury higher.
High enough that she says it, sweetly vicious.
"They might even have a place for you."
The world goes red.
By the time your vision clears, you are outside and your partner is walking (limping) by your side.
The fur cover on his false leg is growing manky. You'll need to get some new furs and sew up a replacement soon, before the metal starts showing through.
Phantom pain sparks through you with every step he takes. It took you a couple of years to stop wincing. By now, you think you might not know you were bound to him if not for the pain.
You make sure you know how your lil' bros are doing. Shit happens. If Deck (seriously, kiddos?) gets injured, you don't want them making medical decisions half-out of their minds.
Could end worse than with a faulty experimental leg grafted directly into - into Deck's nerves.
Worse than not being able to run with the pack any more.
You can feel yourself smiling, though you don't think it's funny. All those romantic ideas about lone wolves, they all get it so wrong. You'd never tell anyone, and you aren't sure if even your pack-raised sister gets it, but you know like you know how bad it hurts to walk...
Lone wolves are the ones who're too worthless to get to join a pack.