Shallows Edge It's feast or famine with you, isn't it?

AW! Come have a tussle with Kana! he's got a potty mouth

These days Askan was either tired or grumpy, there wasn't much of an in between.

He didn't remember it being this badlast year, but hindsight was a one way street, wasn't it? It was easy for Askan forget that damn Archer woman rubbing her stink all over him, or the intensely awkward vibes he'd felt whenever @Adelayde so much looked in his direction. That was all in the past, it no longer concerned him, and yet every now and then he found himself thinking about how he and Reyes had wandered south. It had been like a breath of fresh air and had effectively shoved all of his grumpiness to the back burner. As tempting as it was, wandering off wasn't really an option now. Besides, why would he even want to go back to Skyfall Glen when he had a whole lake of his own?

And so, his grumpiness remained. Pestering @Reyes helped, and despite his grumblings, Askan's mate was doing a good job at shouldering the Selwyn's salt but he wasn't here....Which was to say he was probably somewhere else, not right in Askan's face where he very much wanted him to be. They weren't joint at the hip, Askan wasn't asking for that, but shit, where had that fat (or rather, damn fine)assed git gotten to? Was he tending to the borders, out hunting with the others? Askan could only guess as he prowled along the Shallow's shore, his ears pinned against his skull as his tail twitched behind him, all puffed up like a toilet brush.

Whatever, he didn't care. Askan wasn't annoyed or even riled up, he was absolutely fucking fine. As always.

(This post was last modified: Mar 15, 2018, 02:01 AM by Askan. Edit Reason: accidentally made it private, whoops )

Things were going well, in Pietro’s mind. The charcoal-black wolf had dug out his den and stocked it as well as he could manage with the season he had to work with. He was tired, but dealing nicely with his new pack. Not that he had had much interaction with any of them... but did that honestly matter?

Still, he did need to talk to them at some point, and it was his own rotten luck that brought him to this particular wolf. The alpha seemed pissed, but he had no idea what the problem could be.

Walking up to the prickly alpha, Pietro let the guard hairs on his shoulders brush against Askan’s in what he hoped wasn’t a completely unwelcome contact. But with the edgelord here, you never knew. Pete wouldn’t be surprised if he got a good nip for his efforts in that area.

”I’ve almost finished the medicine den,” he said, instead of addressing how furious the older man looked. ”I take it that it won’t be a problem for me to work with that particular role in mind?”

Askan wasn't in the mood to play nice. In fact, he wasn't really in the mood to play at all. He was just so pent up, frustrated, that at times when all was quiet it was all he could think about. How he'd like to whoop someone's ass, not for any reason in particular, but just because he could. Because he needed an outlet, a means of getting rid of all of his aggression without having to do anything he would regret at a later date.

He heard Pietro approach and tossed him a scowly look-which only intensified when the yearling had the nerve to tough him. Did he look like he wanted to be touched? Idiot! Askan jerked away, his lips peeling back to reveal his teeth as his tail flicked high, lashing from side to side like a branch in a gale-force wind. It occurred to Askan that he could tear the midget limb from limb, if he so pleased. That no one- aside from @Reyes , perhaps- would be able to stop him. It would all be over before it really even began. Askan could already taste the blood on his tongue, hot and heavy and- oh...He'd bitten his own tongue.

He frowned, as it dawned on him how dark and unseemly his thoughts had been getting. He was in a bad mood, that was undeniable, but that was just- another taste, foul and foreign, emerged on his tongue. And Askan quickly decided he didn't like this at all, Pietro deserved better.

With a huff, he forced the tension from his form. It was a tough transition, like forcing blood from a stone, but after a few moments his tail flicked down and his lips slid pack into place. The tell-tale Selwyn squint remained, but there was no helping that. Askan was who he was- and he was still pissed, but at least he wasn't going to hurt anyone anytime soon. Probably.

"What?" He rumbled, only to register the meaning of his words a second later. "Huh? No, it's fine." This was a good thing, Pietro would fill the role well.