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Jan. 3rd, 2007 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainryanWhen Ryan blinks his eyes open this morning, he's on his back looking up to the morning sky. He scrambles to his feet quickly, a scowl on his face as his clothes, once again, are no where to be seen. Grumbling silently, he uses the snow to clear at least his face of the blood before heading towards his nearest clothes cache. There must have been a successful hunt last night then. Doesn't smell like rabbit, though. There is fur, however, so he knows it wasn't human.
He isn't much warmer once he gets his skin covered, but it's reassuring to be wearing clothes again. Still grumbling, Ryan tracks himself back to where he was last night, running across the remains of the kill in the process. With two sets of tracks in the area, he's not surprised to see that there isn't much left. And...he remembers bringing the animal down, enough to know it was a deer. That gets a pleased sort of smirk out of him that lasts until he finds his clothes and slips inside and upstairs for a shower.
For a while he just stands there with his eyes closed, letting the hot water cascade over him, taking the dried blood he missed outside with it. Wells must have followed him the entire night, then, even though he didn't go after humans. It explains the second set of tracks, anyway. Did they fight over the carcass at all, he wonders? He doesn't think so. No, that doesn't match up with the memories he's getting. No, he...
it's because the Alpha sent the deer his way that makes him step back
He didn't.
Alpha?!
He did not.
Ryan hits his head against the tiles a few times in the vain hope that that'll change what he's remembering. He let Wells have his kill! How could he have-he couldn't have. He would never-but he did. It rankles with every part of him, but he did. He treated Wells like a superior. A grimace of self-disgust plasters itself on his face.
He's never going to live this down.
He isn't much warmer once he gets his skin covered, but it's reassuring to be wearing clothes again. Still grumbling, Ryan tracks himself back to where he was last night, running across the remains of the kill in the process. With two sets of tracks in the area, he's not surprised to see that there isn't much left. And...he remembers bringing the animal down, enough to know it was a deer. That gets a pleased sort of smirk out of him that lasts until he finds his clothes and slips inside and upstairs for a shower.
For a while he just stands there with his eyes closed, letting the hot water cascade over him, taking the dried blood he missed outside with it. Wells must have followed him the entire night, then, even though he didn't go after humans. It explains the second set of tracks, anyway. Did they fight over the carcass at all, he wonders? He doesn't think so. No, that doesn't match up with the memories he's getting. No, he...
it's because the Alpha sent the deer his way that makes him step back
He didn't.
Alpha?!
He did not.
Ryan hits his head against the tiles a few times in the vain hope that that'll change what he's remembering. He let Wells have his kill! How could he have-he couldn't have. He would never-but he did. It rankles with every part of him, but he did. He treated Wells like a superior. A grimace of self-disgust plasters itself on his face.
He's never going to live this down.
