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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[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.