April 10

[captainryan]

April has come and with it the warm weather. Werewolves, for the next six months at least, do not find it quite so miserable to be outdoors for three days in a row.  The level of easy prey is beginning to rise as well, as the animals of the forest begin their reproductive cycles anew. A good time to be a predator.

It’s the last night of the full moon. The right edge has begun to wane ever so slightly, barely noticeable, but its light is still bright over the hills and valleys of Milliways' Scottish simulation. The light is less illuminating under the trees, but still enough to pick out a path without too great a difficulty, provided there’s a path to follow.

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[hell_in_highheels]

She falls back a bit, but she keeps hold of one of his hands. Her eyes are scanning the tree line, and she's listening. Her eyes come back to his face and he might recognise the tiny furrow between her eyebrows as frustration. It's gone just as fast as it came.

"We should head back."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Have to wait for Damocles.

The only warning she gets is the deep breath he takes. Then he howls, the call lifting itself up into the cool morning air.

He headtilts when he's done, listening.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her eyes go wide as she feels the howl in her chest, feels it vibrate right through her. It's the same voice she heard the very first night they were together. He was calling Damocles then, as she well remembers.

Her grip on his hand tightens as she watches him intently, the sharp ache in her chest making her hold her breath.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

It's takes a moment, but there's a howl in return, not nearly as deep and a little warbly.

Richard nods once its done. He's coming.

[hell_in_highheels]

I love you, so much.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He pulls her back into him, nuzzling her head.

I love you, too.

[hell_in_highheels]

You're amazing, you know that?

She wraps her arms around his chest and presses her face into his body, nuzzling and breathing him in.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Yes?

Damocles come crashing through the underbrush, then, with something small and grey furred in his mouth.

Morning! Sorry! I was hungry and there wasn't any deer left and I knew the squirrels weren't too worried about me with Captain around so I caught one!

He's prancing proudly towards them.

[hell_in_highheels]

River releases her fierce hold on Ryan and half turns to seehear him, laughing a bit at the joy and pride in his voice.

Her arm is still around his waist, her hand fisted in his shirt, holding on like he's liable to turn to mist between her fingers. She's not letting go anytime soon.

Good chase hunt, Dam?

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He was a pawswidth away from making it up the tree, but I caught him!

Richard smiles fondly at the pup, reaching out to tousle his ears. Well done, Dam.

You can tell that just made his morning. He wriggles happily against them.

[hell_in_highheels]

She reaches down to stroke his back and chest, her brow furrowed just a bit. "Didn't catch that," she murmurs to Richard.

"Doesn't matter." She decides.

Home?

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

All right. Come on, Dam. He reaches back into the den for the only other thing he hasn't put on yet, his holster.

Back to the bar. Bring your squirrel. He bumps River.

[hell_in_highheels]

She bumps him back, and lets him go long enough to buckle on the holster.

Then she wants his hand back. She seems content to walk for a very long time without saying anything.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

That's okay.

Though.

Run for a bit?

[hell_in_highheels]

She nods, letting his hand go and bumping his shoulder, giving a happy little chuff. That's not a sound he's heard her make before.

She bends to check the laces on her boots and then looks to him. After you.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He gives her a happy look at the unexpected sound and returns the bump. He almost ruffles her hair when she bends over, but remembers she doesn't like that.

He settles for bumping her again before he takes point.

[hell_in_highheels]

She falls in beside him, stretching her legs to match his pace, glad for the movement to shed some of the anxious energies she's been holding onto since she was awakened by his voice.

It feels good just to run, and her mind goes back to the night before, and the massive dark shape beside her. She knows she promised him she'd never go out again, but it was such a powerful experience, she doesn't know how she's going to give it up.

She has to let that thought go where it will. And it goes right back where it's gone a thousand times before.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Richard? He's just content to be running with pack. There isn't much more he'd ask for right now.

Well. Maybe something to eat.