If you will be my Jekyll, I will be your Hyde

Her silence was bliss. It was her best quality. Her pack had been freaks to say the least, but it was their one and only trait he could appreciate. With her, he took command and no one would argue. She did as she was told and was even loyal enough to defy her own father and leave her pack. He owed her a home in return and whilst the Glen was not his own, so far it had treated him well.

In silence he observed as she trailed off, his nose following his eyes as her figure landed. Following her gaze he landed upon the carcus - enough there for the two of them, perhaps with some to spare. It was as if the fates had planted it there for them. "Perfect." he mused as he began to step towards it. As he neared, he allowed his teeth to wrap around what was left of the leg. Tugging hard, he yanked until the frozen joints snapped and freed the limb. In silence he moved it to the side and dropped it to the floor, once satisfied there was on one around to steal their meal, he nodded to her. "We shall fill our bellies and then we shall take the leg as a gift to Phineas, put us in his good books." he directed before he turned his back to her and began to dine. Once finished, he would take the leg and his minion home to meet his leader; there was nothing more he could do to ensure she would make it into the pack, but he hoped with their backstory and the gift, entry would be a piece of cake.

fin.