Post by » Marrow on Apr 11, 2009 15:41:36 GMT -5
♣Marrow
Marrow scented the air, before trotting to the south from where he stood, making his way back to the ash-cloaked main camp - the Black Meadow. He was formulating a plan at the moment, and it wasn't much. Still, he was thinking it was for the best, and most likely strengthen the pack belief that Marrow and Risk were mates - though in reality, they weren't. If they did get on with it, though, he knew that his former mate and fellow alpha would be furious - if she ever returned. The bloody-red wolf shook himself - face it, she isn't going to ever return. Which bugged him - why did he have to share his leadership with Risk, whom he didn't love in the slightest? It hadn't been a really gooey, lovey-dovey relationship with his ex, either, but more of a love-hate relationship. And that was why it had worked - she didn't take crack, and neither did he. They were equals.
He had to put the past behind him, tho. The Archangel alpha quickened his pace and emerged from a clump of sparse, darkened bushes and made for the rotting elk carcass that was in the northeast side of the meadow, near a rockslide where Risk presently stood. What she was doing there, he didn't know, and frankly didn't care. He pulled closer and lowered his voice, with a quiet woof - "I have been thinking of, you know, doing ... pups." He said this nonforcibly, quietly, calmly, and out of character; he knew this would most likely catch her off-guard.
