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Asil, The Moor
A very, very old wolf and a member of the Marrok's pack.

Jang Eun
Previously of Carmel Valley, sent to Aspen Creek by her former Alpha.

Jesse Hauptman
Daughter of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack

Joshua Brennan
Burden-bound. A Sin-Eater paired with the ghost of a long-dead soldier.

PREMISE

All the stories are true. Years ago, the Fae came out because technology was making it harder and harder for them to hide, and it's been a couple of years since the werewolves did the same. The world is changing day by day. Humans and the paranormal live side by side, but it's not easy nor is it simple. While the Marrok has taken great lengths and care to preserve the werewolves' PR front, everyone - wolf, fae, vampire and other - know that it's only a matter of time before the humans start thinking that perhaps the other stories meant to warn of the dark are true.

This is an open post set in the universe of Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson series. The books are amazing and you should definitely check them out. More information via this Wiki link. The rules are simple: Drop a prompt, leave a tag, and let's play!

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Mi corazón, breathe with me. [ He murmurs the words quietly when her fingers tighten over his arm. He waits, a surge of pride in him to see such a visceral and protective reaction over a woman she has not yet formally. They are close in age, Peggy and Eun. Carrie he has not interacted with, but perhaps it will do his little wolf good to spend time with the women and get to know them. ]

Later, [ it is a promise, when she asks about the witch. If anything, he will need to settle since he is recalling the way he'd made quick work of disposing of Sage only to argue with his wolf for the rest of the day and well into the late hours because his wolf had wanted to play and prolong her pain.

He is not proud of it. Sage had been a friend, even someone he could have wooed.

Instead, he allows himself a small luxury, his hand on her cheek. ] Go change, Eun. I will see to your things.

[ If the other wolves sit up and take notice at the familiarity of their movements, it does not matter. They would not dare ask him. Or bother her about it. ]

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[Eun breathes, only because there is no other choice. She cannot ask any questions now, she cannot push him for explanations about the alpha or the witch or anything. Her wolf, who had been largely content and alert during the course of the pack meeting, is now agitated and as frustrated as her. It will serve them well, perhaps, while they hunt. If nothing else she feels more awake now than she did only minutes ago.

His assurances that there will be a later help to calm her, and as his hand cups her cheek she looks up at him. Takes a slow, deep breath, and nods. Eun had half contemplated seeing what he might do if she offered him the opportunity to kiss her before she changed, but she is too on edge to do that and enjoy it now. She can be patient, she can wait for a better opportunity than one she might steal, and instead reaches up to pat his hand on her cheek, both for him and for the rest of the pack.

So that they know she welcomes that touch.] Alright. Later then.

[She pulls away slowly, hand releasing his arm and slipping away before she drops her hand from his and steps back. Another time and place, she would have gladly stripped for him to make his blood burn in his veins. But here, when she is about to shift forms and the moon calls to her, it is the last thing on her mind. Instead she takes comfort in the fact that he has said he'll watch over her as she changes, that he'll take care of her things. She looks at no one as she begins removing her clothes, starting with her shirt. For a moment she wonders if she ought to hand it to him, but she dislikes the idea of making it seem like he is waiting on her. Eun places it on the table, and continues. Bra. Shoes. Socks. Pants. Underwear.

She is not the first to get undressed, but neither will she be the last. Eun looks over to Asil a moment and offers him a small smile, a pause to let him look his fill, before allowing her body to begin the shift from woman to wolf.]

[ That look could have fed him for a week. Thankfully, Eun has embraced the Change, leaving him to move towards her clothes and lean backwards against the table with his arms crossed over his chest to silently declare that he's standing guard.

He averts his eyes, nevermind that he already knows what her body feels like underneath his hands. The Change is not pretty, nor is it painless. So he focuses instead on making sure that no one comes too close so that Eun has space to settle into her wolf's skin. ]

[It wasn't immediate, but Eun decided midway through her first year as a werewolf that the pain of the change was worth the joy of being a wolf. The certainty that she was a better version of herself this way than a mere human. She would never be any taller than she was when she was human, but at least now her physical strength matches her mental strength, and she has the power to go with her determination.

The Change is not pretty, and it is painful. Nothing about Aspen Creek makes it better in any way.

But at least here she feels she has the space to do so without having to be on guard. Here, someone guards her, and Eun will make sure to make it clear to Asil how much she appreciates that at a later time. Her changes at least are slightly quicker than that of anyone else in her old pack, at least. Recovering before the most of them was a point of pride for her.

Here it doesn't matter so much. Here, Eun patiently works through her transformation, as quietly as possible accepting the Change until she lays panting in wolf form. As a werewolf her fur is silvery, but for the darker charcoal at the tips of her ears. That silver color causes her some amusement, a play on her name she might have shared with her other pack if she'd made friends with them. She slowly collects herself, allowing herself time to ease past the sensitivity of a recent Change, and wonders what it is that Asil is seeing now.

In time, Eun rises once more, this time to four paws, and carefully shifts and stretches, working into these limbs before finally turning back to him. Her tail shifts in what might almost be considered a wag as she stands before him, gaze fixed below his as is proper for a wolf less dominant than the other. Still, her body language makes it clear that she is quite proud of this form, not as muscular as many of the other werewolves, nor as big, but nonetheless beautiful and swift.

She may lack raw strength and power compared to many other werewolves, but she makes up for it in agility and swiftness.]

[ Asil can't be bothered to hide his pleasure once Eun's change is complete. His wolf is preening at the back of his mind: vain and flattered that her attention is on them and no one else. Not even Bran.

He walks over and comes down on one knee, hands catching the underside of her muzzle so he can lift her gaze to his. No challenge, not now (not ever, his wolf whispers). And the pleased grin that spreads across his features is one of awe and pleasure, all the more evident by the way he croons at her. ]

These [ scratching behind the ears now ] are adorable, mija.

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[In the back of her mind, she's aware of the other wolves behind her. By now, others have finished their change, and others still continue. She's still not entirely used to the sound of it, the feeling, but with Asil kneeling in front of her she can push it away and focus on him.

He lifts her by the muzzle to look her in the eyes. There is no challenge there, and so Eun allows herself to look back. Her eyes are a brown, shades lighter than her eyes in human form, and her mouth opens into the wolf's approximation of a smile. Mirroring his. Her eyes close then, not in deference to a dominant werewolf, but in pleasure at the sound of his voice, his praise, and the touch of his hand. She leans into the scratching of her ears, giving a brief, quiet noise of enjoyment.

The wolf cares little for matters of gossip or image, and Eun finds it hard to care if others are watching her or Asil, and seeing them interacting. Eun stretches a little in place before putting her paws into motion. She walks a circle around Asil, bumping him lightly, playfully, before standing a couple feet away.

Her attention moves to the rest of the pack only then, and she realizes she doesn't immediately know which of them are her friends and acquaintances. Lifting her nose to the air, she tries to pick out familiar scents from the unfamiliar, and takes a few tentative steps toward where she thinks Kara is--

--before stopping and looking over her shoulder. Her body language then is clear, indicating with a look that she is waiting for him, expecting him, to follow her.]

Yes, go on. I am right behind you.

[ There are a few stragglers, but outside of himself, only Charles remains fully human as the pole barn fills with wolves. He nods once to the younger man, and trails Eun as the familiar lupine form of Kara comes to roll belly up at his feet, tongue lolling.

Not too far, Leah snorts - less at him than in reaction to the pack's child. Beyond a lifted brow at the Marrok's mate, he keeps his attention on the two female wolves in front of him. ]

I expect you to show Eun the ropes, princesita.

[ When Kara has her feet under her again, she snuffles close to Eun, and yips playfully at the older wolf. ]

Go, children. The Marrok is waiting.

[ Charles is opening the pole barn doors where a smallish wolf thumps his tail once. The splash of white that makes it appear as though it had been dipped in a paint bucket reminding Asil of the tools that air marshals use to signal planes to take off.

The room reverberates with the howls of about 20 werewolves then, and the hunt is on. ]

[Assured that Asil will not be left behind, she turns to Kara who has joined them playfully. Pleased, she nudges at the younger wolf with her nose, almost hopping to one side when Kara attempts to nudge her back. Her growing excitement is evident as she allows Kara to get her feet under her again, but as he includes her among the children yips once at him in protest before turning her back on him.

She knows she is much, much younger than him, but she will never not show her disapproval of him calling her as such. Especially when he did not treat her that way in his kitchen or the couch of his living room.

It is the last thought she spares for him in that regard, however. Bran draws her attention, it must be him with the tail like that and the way everyone focuses on him, and with genuine pleasure she raises her voice to the rest, howling at the start of the hunt. Leah seems to lead Kara, and Eun follows right behind, eager to stretch her legs under her and see what there may be to hunt in the woods around them.

She trusts that Asil will follow behind her as she heads up the hill, claws digging into cold earth as she swiftly runs along the outside of the pack with joy.

Already it is freeing to lose herself in the hunt with no worries for others with ulterior motives.]

[ Trusting that Charles will catch up with thw rest, Asil breaks off into a run, instinctively reaching through the pack bonds to follow their progress. The night is alive, the moon overhead lending her power to her children.

He knows the route that Bran is taking them on. They will hunt elk and moose, and do their beat to steer clear of the bears who are wandering through the forest.

Asil is never far from the pack, though he chooses higher elevation to keep them within his line of sight. There's no small amount of pride when he sights the way Kara stays close to the silver wolf, intent on protecting their newest member, if not in truth, then in name.

You should join us. Bran has taken to watching, trotting to hop above a downed tree at the edge of a clearing where the wolves break to nose along a trail, or dart off to hunt within the specified perimeter. Asil shakes his head at his alpha, but the temptation is great, so he makes his way down the slopes to stand among them, still clothed in his human skin. ]

I am content to watch [ his wolf snarls at him from the back of his head, so he completes the statement ] because I might end up spoiling everyone's fun. You know how competitive I can be with a kill.

[ As the small wolf that is also the Marrok regards him with yellow eyes, he can almost swear that he hears Bran's laughter. ]

[It's beautiful there, and Eun can't help but feel the moon's song so much stronger in Aspen Creek. Perhaps without the crash of waves against cliffs, she can hear it better.

With Kara and Leah, Eun explores the woods, nose dipped to the ground as she searches for the scent of prey. This is not her first time in these woods, and Anna and Charles both have helpfully identified the animals not native to California for her. She knows there is big game for them to catch, if they can just find the right trail.

She almost misses it when her nose catches a whiff of something. Intent, persistent sniffing brings her to a stronger scent trail, and she lifts her head to look for Kara and Leah, to urge them to follow her. When she has their attention she begins following the trail, mind entirely on the hunt and what she hopes to be an elk at the end of it. The three wolves go, and she hears others behind her. Tag. Juste. Glad for familiar wolves beside her, she follows the trail through the woods, mind entirely off of Asil for once. There's something exhilarating about this, and Eun bounds forward with intent, the wolf urging her onward.

They find the elk before too long, and Eun sinks into a crouch at once. She is eye-catching when there is no snow to camouflage her, and she looks to the others to initiate some sort of tactics. It's Leah who moves forward first, with Kara trailing after her. Eun almost follows, then decides on a whim instead to join Juste and Tag who have begun circling around in the other direction. Leah and Kara lead the charge first, with Kara leaping for the elk's muzzle as Leah goes for its neck. The elk dodges, darts away, right toward where Tag, Juste, and Eun have spread out. It charges Juste, who leaps at their prey, but is flung away--and back hard against a tree. Tag goes after it next, with Leah and Kara hot on its heels. Eun moves swiftly to Juste, standing between it and the elk should it find its way toward the wolf again. He's not up to his feet right away, and Eun has taken it to heart that she protects, even as she is protected.

The three wolves circle the elk, jaws snapping at the enraged and panicked animal. Eun stays back, only until Juste manages to rise and stand by her side once more. With no reason to stand guard any longer, she joins the fray, learning how each of the wolves hunts and works together and seeking openings to help without getting in their way. It's Kara and Tag who ultimately fell the elk, and Eun who grants it a swift death with her teeth at its throat.

Within moments, the wolves have a feast at their paws, and the satisfaction of triumph.]

[ It's the sound of a cornered elk that draws their attention, and Asil is hot on Bran's tail as they sprint through the woods. Somewhere east, the ring of howls sends birds fleeing from their perches until they break past the shrubbery to a sight that takes his breath away.

Juste is mid-flight, having been thrown by the wolves' prey. The crunch of wood against flesh makes Asil wince, and for a moment his wolf rises, drawn by the hunt and the sight of a less dominant wolf downed. He can feel his beast pushing beneath his skin, urging them to change, to join in the fray - but the weight of Bran's paw on his toes draws him back. Asil's attention snaps to the Marrok, whose gold eyes are intent on the scene before them.

How is it that pride lodges in his throat when he sights the silver wolf with soft charcoal ears crouched in front of his packmate.

Maybe Mason wasn't so negligent after all.

The words bring a snarl to Asil's lips, but he cannot ignore the possibility. Juste is old. Old enough to be dominant and trusted to handle wildlings. Old enough that he would not need a wolf barely a year old to watch over him - but there is his Eun, protecting one of her own as surely as if she were already one of them. ]

I will beg to disagree.

[ The wolf beside him snorts, shaking himself in amusement.

Girl's got teeth, Asil. You forget. I know you. You admire fire in a woman.

He waves a hand impatiently, his own beast settled back in his skin as he sits down in a huff. ]

He could have taught her better. Or put his pups in line.

[ Bran, infuriatingly enough, simply levels him with a look.

He might have said more, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling at the unspoken implication. But the other wolves have arrived to howl their approval at the kill, some of them dragging their own prey with them.

It is one of the younger wolves that catches his eye. The whelp has the remains of deer in it's mouth and Asil has to refrain from sneering as the pup lays it's kill at Eun's feet.

Oh, look. And they say romance is dead.

He has to resist the urge to smack Bran upside on the head. ]

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[Eun is all but preening as the rest of the pack arrives. They may carry some of their own kills, but she worked with the Aspen Creek pack to take down this elk and yes, she is pleased. While Kara has been a werewolf longer than Eun, Eun is still older by several years, enough that she watches to make sure the other wolf is getting her fill, as she has surely earned it.

Having fed quite a bit already, she steps back a moment to survey their prey, wanting to remember her first elk kill. She is about to go back in for more when the scent of something else catches her attention. Turning, she finds herself faced with another member of the pack, a wolf she does not know, dropping a choice piece of deer at her paws.

It had begun like this.

The first hunt, they had given her pieces of meat, and she thought they were making sure she fed. White-tail deer are plentiful in that part of California, and common prey for the Carmel Valley pack. She has to remind herself that this pack is not Mason's pack, that Bran would not bring her here if he let his wolves get away with the same behavior that Mason had. She does not wish to encourage them, but neither does she want to turn her nose away from the gesture. Eun turns away, digging into the elk to find some of the soft underbelly that still remains, and she turns back to drop it next to the offering.

An exchange. A trade. Not a show of interest, however, for Eun picks up that bit of deer between her teeth and carries it away. It takes her little effort to locate Asil, and she trots over full of confidence and at her kill. As she reaches him, she turns into a half circle, putting her back to the werewolf still in human form, and faces the rest of the pack to sit and enjoy what she's been given.]

[ He should not have preened so visibly, because he got lost in the swell of pride and the shared satisfaction of him and his wolf that Eun had sufficiently put the pup in his place. Bran is laughing in his head, going on about comparisons between Anna and Mercy and Eun and how they have a shared quality of arranging all the men as it suits them.

So when his nose finally picks up that Eun is close and has settled on the ground to enjoy her meal, he is dumbstruck.

To his left, there is a sound - the short pants that indicate the equivalent of chuckling from a wolf. He snaps his attention to the offending party and locks gazes with Tag who holds his gaze briefly and huffs, before trotting over to groom Kara in approval.

Why is he not angry? He knows he is the butt of a joke that is lost on the rest, but though his wolf rises again and howls, it cannot be bothered with pitiful dominance games because Eun had all but outright declared her preference for him.

Join the hunt, old man. Even if you don't join the kills, the run would do you good.

And with that, the small wolf that is lord of them all leaps off in the direction of the pack, white-tipped tail swishing behind him in satisfaction.

For once, Asil does not have an appropriate comeback. ]

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[The elk was good, but the deer is more familiar and Eun is pleased to enjoy it now. She cannot communicate with Asil in this form, and as they are not pack there are no ties between them, but she is glad simply to have him there. She does not look up once she is settled and biting off pieces of her prize and swallowing them down.

It occurs to her, and to her wolf, that this is the way it should be. Hunting with a pack, enjoying the kills together under the moonlight, and not worrying about fending off half a dozen wolves who cannot give up the hunt of prey who will not be felled by them. She feels safe and comfortable here, and more than that, Eun can picture many hunts with these wolves in the future. Perhaps Asil does not join in wolf form, but he is there which pleases her all the same. Finishing her meet, she rises to her paws once more, long tongue licking her chops of some of the blood left behind. She is satisfied by the hunt, but there is a part of her that still wishes to run...

She rises to her feet once more, turning to glance up at Asil who has said nothing to her since she moved toward him. With one last look, she turns away once more, the tip of her tail hitting his leg mid-turn as she walks away toward Kara and Tag, who have since been joined by Juste as well.]

[ He wonders how she might react if she'd caught the look he is sure crossed his face as she bounded off. His heart is in his throat. It is not an altogether uncomfortable feeling, but it is not easy either.

Rising to his feet, he brushes off his pants and stills when he scents gasoline fumes and picks up the sound of an ATV approaching. He lingers a bit to wait for the human who he surmises has been sent and is not just wandering too close to where the pack is hunting.

"Peggy said that Bran needed a pair of human hands to carry clothes back to the house. Wasn't sure what she meant but I gather that's 'cause of you?"

Carrie Troussard is not what anyone might expect of a woman who drives trucks for a living. She is about Leah' s height and built more like a gazelle. He decides that he likes her, not only because she is Peggy's and therefore by extension, pack - but because she stops a careful distance away to toss him an empty backpack.

"I can wait by the trees if you need privacy. Peg told me to treat your wolf respectfully since it's common knowledge that you like to be left alone."

She does not drop her gaze, instead choosing to angle her head in acknowledgement of his dominance while focusing on the remains of the kill. At her low and appreciative whistle, she smiles, impressed. "Good on your girl to show the boys that she can hold her own."

Telepathy between mates is a given among the wolves. But telepathy over great distances, as he gleaned from conversations with Bran, is a particular gift between the two mated women. The way Carrie pauses with an expression that indicates that she is half-here and half speaking with another, makes him snort. ]

Eun is her own woman. She is not mine.

[ The soft sound she makes might be an indication that she doubts him. But there is no challenge. He only half-believes it himself.

Asil begins to strip, a show of faith before he packs up his garments in the bag that he leaves for her to pick up. He can change some distance from here. He would prefer not to subject Carrie to the violence of the shift.

With a deep breath to locate the pack, he runs. ]

[Bellies full enough for the moment, Eun and Kara run through the woods. She follows the younger wolf, powerful enough to dig into the ground as her paws hit soft dirt, but light enough on her feet to spring forward with seeming ease. As a werewolf, Eun knows she is larger than normal wolves, but less so than most werewolves. Her build is best for quick strikes while heavier hitters land harder blows. Her build is perfect for running, and she bounds after Kara with pleasure, secure in knowing that Tag and Juste run behind them. Leah did not follow after the kill, joining Peggy instead, at least as far as Eun could tell.

They do not stray far from the pack, not when it weaves between brush and trees under a starlit sky, but their cluster seems to stay closer together, giving her the freedom to stretch her legs for distances she has never enjoyed before.

It's magnificent, and she begins to understand why she's heard stories of city-born humans preferring packs settled in less urban areas upon their first Change. Playfully, she bumps her shoulder against Kara's, before taking a running leap over a fallen tree before them. She clears it easily, and skids to a stop on the other side, tongue lolling out with a wide, wolfy smile.

She should consider changing more often between pack runs. This is wonderful.]

[ He stalks, deliberately slow, because it has been a while since he last wandered about in his wolf's skin. Nose to the ground, he notes the trail left behind by Eun and Kara, Tag and Juste following to keep an eye on them.

It is night, so the shadows play to his advantage, allowing him to track them with the wind in his favor. In the before times, lesser wolves whispered amongst themselves and called him Death. He had killed many, and later, had laid waste to black witches after Sarai's death.

Here, in Aspen Creek, he is gratefully, a shadow of the wolf he once was. Though his darker half might long for blood and gore, there is something else that pulls at them now - light and silver under the song of the moon.

It is Juste who freezes first, pausing just long enough to give off the impression of a deer alert to the creeping presence of danger. Tag growls low at first, but it dies to a whine as he backs up and shifts to dart and nip at Kara's tail.

For Eun: she will notice that they are all staring at the shadowed edge behind a felled tree stopped only by a boulder. There will appear to be nothing of concern beyond the thick dark of night accentuated by the shade of trees.

At least, until Asil opens his yellow eyes and yawns to show sharp, bright white teeth. ]

[These woods are not without predators, of course, but Eun is used to the predators being smaller than her. Coyotes and mountain lions are common in California, and while there are bears she hasn't yet encountered one yet. They are not so far from the pack to be without support if something should arise, but their small group is certainly separated enough to make her somewhat anxious as Juste stops abruptly.

His body language is easy to interpret, as is Tag's, but what alarms Eun is how that sound dies to something plaintive. How he backs away, heading for Kara.

The moment she saw Juste stop, she turned to follow his gaze, to stare into the darkness and whatever was lurking there. Alert and tense, she knows that she can get to the pack quickly if need be, to get more help, but she would not leave Juste and Tag alone with Kara to protect as well. She would not leave them alone, period.

As a wolf, her night vision is excellent, but how can one pick out shadows from shadows in the middle of the night?

It is only when a pair of eyes open in that moonlight, and she sees a flash of teeth that she realizes they are not alone. The other wolf is downwind of them, and she cannot tell who it is that lies in wait near them. More than that, she cannot yet interpret their body language or intentions. If they are pack, why are they not joining in the open? Could it be one of the wildlings has joined after all? Are they in danger?

A faint whine rises to her throat as she looks to Tag and Juste, uncertain of what is happening here and what they should do. She does not recognize this wolf--she does not recognize most of the wolves of the pack in these forms yet. Only some by scent and even less by sight.

Carefully, she steps forward, in a diagonal line. She does not stand between Kara and Tag, and Juste, but instead somewhat in front of Kara now, waiting to see who this other wolf turns out to be, and what they want.]

[ He scents their fear and his wolf basks in it, but he stays still where he's resting atop yet another boulder to watch the way Tag prioritizes Kara. The way Juste, for all that the large deep gray wolf has lowered his body against the ground, that deathly silence tells precisely why, when all of France but murdered their native cousins to extinction, Juste survived.

Kara sniffs around, confused by the sudden ramp in tension among her betters. When she turns her attention to his direction, he might have snorted - since she leaps past Eun and away from Tag to lunge at him playfully.

He rolls, letting her nose at his belly, and indulges in a half-huff, half-bark that translates to: oh, woe, I am found. It is Tag who snorts, swinging his head in a gesture leading into a full body shake, a gesture of "all clear" as he trots back to nudge Juste back up.

When Kara is done, Asil nips her muzzle affectionately. And then he rolls back onto his feet to cross the open space between himself and Eun, walking past her to the men with an almost flirtatious smack of the tail to her flank.

Perhaps Bran was right. He needed the run. ]

[Kara rushes past her fearlessly, and even Eun can tell that her movements are geared toward play rather than attack. It takes her only moments to realize that at some point after leaving Asil behind with the kill, he ended up shifting forms and joining the pack.

She watches, still tensed, as he and Kara play, glancing over at Tag only at his snort and clear sign that all is well.

This is a moment she would have liked to have enjoyed, seeing Asil in his wolf form for the first time, for he is magnificent in a way that she appreciates is dangerous and menacing. However she cannot so easily shake off the way that he stalked his way to their group. Eun is still as he walks toward her--and past her, and she wonders if he can sense the anger she holds back as he passes. His tail smacks her on his way toward the other wolves, and she barely holds back the urge to bite his tail.

Eun waits until there is some distance between them before she turns and follows. Follows and then speeds up, passing the group and heading toward the sounds of howling from members of the pack. There is no fear in her now, but she means to recapture the joy she felt only moments ago, and feels there's a better chance of that away from the small group she'd been with before.

She goes in search of Leah and Peggy.]

[ It's Kara who nips at his leg, having picked up on precisely what his nose did after he realized that it was anger that he'd sensed from Eun. He snaps back playfully and noses the little wolf's butt towards the rest of the pack before he changes his trajectory to follow the wolf who has stolen his heart.

He makes it a point to move where the wind can bring her his scent, and deliberately runs across well-lit patches of forest.

He upset her. He had not thought that he might scare her - too reassured in the games and play of hide and seek that he had used to teach Kara to better be comfortable with her other self.

Asil wishes he could talk now. That they, like Carrie and Peggy, like Bran and Leah or Charles and Anna, had the secure connection of a bond to pass thoughts and images through. But since they cannot, he lets himself linger on her periphery, an offer of peace and no harm. ]

[Eun can't say that she is surprised that Asil follows her. It does not seem arrogance to think that despite the fact that he does not join the pack on nights like this, he has today for her, and while he was perhaps unaware of her reaction to his games before, no doubt he has an idea now.

It isn't lost on her that when he stays running in the same direction as her, he positions himself so she can catch his scent and know that it is him. She can see him and sense him nearby, and know where he is. He does not hide or try to play games, he offers her no threat.

Eun can't find it in herself to relax, which makes her all the more miserable. She hadn't realized she'd had high hopes for this run, for the first meeting between herself and Asil wolf-to-wolf, until it had started so poorly. But she had wanted to play too. She had wanted to indulge the way Kara had. The wolf, at least, is more practical than she. There's no reason to let what happened ruin the rest of the evening for her.

So she runs, hard and fast, pushing herself more than necessary to settle this worked-up feeling she has, to get the pent up energy out before it is time to return to the barn.

Eun heads in at once upon arrival, directly moving toward her clothes where she left them. She begins changing back, despite the petty temptation to stay in wolf form and avoid everyone altogether. It smacks too much of being a drama queen, and if cornered she'd rather have the opportunity to speak her mind than simply have someone talk at her. With her belly full, it is no more difficult to return to her human form than before, but changing twice in one night leaves her even crankier, hands and feet tingling with painful pins and needles sensations. Ignoring it as best she can, she dresses once more.]

[ She is, he thinks mournfully, upset with him. And rightly so.

He lingers outside opposite Charles, as Leah and Juste take it upon themselves to herd all the wolves back indoors. Kara takes her place at his side, ears drooping and distress a faint perfume before he nips one ear and flicks his own to prompt her to go in.

His wolf urges him to pace and if he could, he would roll his eyes at the beast. They are both old and too often given to thinking themselves omniscient only to prove spectacularly that they are not. Nothing has made it clearer to him tonight than Eun's lingering upset and avoidance.

He doesn't change, even if the others have begun their own transformations. Instead, he pads over to scoop up her belt, moving gently and carefully as not to startle her.

For the moment, even with his human half ascendant, he does not care if talk will begin anew. He understands the joke now, as he did Bran's level look from atop higher elevation while he was running alongside Eun hoping to woo back her attention to play.

He settles down fully on the ground, the leather of her belt caught between his teeth as he sets his muzzle atop his paws. Her distress and annoyance is wafting towards him in waves, and he is perfectly aware that he deserves it.

"Someone's in the dog house."

There is a subvocal growl rising in his throat - but he stops himself. The whelps do not matter. The pack learning a vulnerability, for the moment, matters even less.

His love is upset at him. Perhaps once he is changed, he will ask Bran to borrow--

My office? Better there than anywhere else, in spite of the gossip mongers. You know where I keep the keys, Asil. ]

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[It's warm enough that Eun hadn't worn that many layers. Her underwear goes on first, the bra after that. Socks, followed by jeans, and shoes after that. As she reaches for her shirt she notices that Asil is there, with her belt in his mouth. She looks away, sharp movements getting her shirt back on, and the jacket after that.

By the time she turns back to ask--no, demand that he give her her belt back, she finds him laying on the floor, looking thoroughly contrite.

In front of the entire pack.

It is a show of remorse, one that others have noticed, that gives her pause. Eun has not seen him around others of the pack much, but she's gleaned enough to know that this is not something he has likely done often, perhaps ever. It is not something that he does lightly, especially to a wolf who is not as dominant as he is. She had fully intended to walk out of there, to situate herself among the rest of the pack or slip out to give herself time and space to get over things. She knew she had a hot temper, hotter since becoming a werewolf, and it would be better for them both, perhaps, if she gave herself time to cool down. But his gesture has cooled enough of the heat that she cannot find herself being churlish in the face of it.

She holds out her hand for her belt, looking at him directly, unwavering. She does not blink, she does not avert her eyes.]

I'll wait.

[Two words given, with no inflection. She'll wait for him to change back, implying that they will talk.

But not with an audience. Surely this is enough of a show for them for one night.]

[ He folds his legs under him, eyes fixed on hers as he gently moves close to drop her belt directly into her hand. His wolf wanted to nuzzle the soft flesh, but instead, he glances over his shoulder in search of Bran who claps his hands together with a sharp: "Out. All of you. Now. Leah has prepared food, I will not have it go cold because your curiosity outweighs your common sense."

You owe me for this. And then with a single nod, the Marrok offers his arm to his wife to lead the whole pack away and offer them privacy. Good luck, old man.

When the last of them have gone and Anna secures the lock from the inside, he pads back and calls the change to him.

It hurts. It always hurts. But he has centuries of practice in front of pack members and foes alike to hide just how much it does.

It takes him longer this time, his wolf warring with his control, whispering all the reasons that they should not have abased themselves in front of the younger ones. He is done with it. And as the last bit of magic settles to turn his face back into his own, he has satisfactorily - if metaphorically - smacked his darker half into submission.

His breaths are hot over the floor. His feet are cold. But he chooses to focus on willing the hammering of his heart to return to a beat that is more acceptable. ]

Te debo una explicación, querida. [ The words are hoarse, brought on by the change. He has not looked up at her yet. He has not felt this vulnerable in a long, long time. ] I owe you an apology, Eun.

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