Bree Eldertree

i’m not the one who dies

everyone around me dies,

“It does, doesn’t it?” Sam laughed softly. “Ah, Bree–you’ve got to live a little, you know? Everything in life is about balance. You can’t work too much, and you can’t party too much. If you find the perfect balance between work and leisure, then you’re set. You’re on your way to happiness.” Smiling at the other woman, she glanced down at the menu, biting lightly on her bottom lip to choose what to order. Sam waited for Bree to order first and then, smiled at the waitress. “Hi. I’ll have a Panang Curry, and one Pad Krapow Moo Sab, please.” 

Once the woman left to get their food, Sam cleared her throat, before motioning her hand towards the auburn-haired woman in front of her. “So–what do you want for friday? Bar or club? I assure you that both will be packed with hot men willing to show you a good time.”

Bree sunk into the booth, finding herself relaxing at last in the other female’s presence, although she wouldn’t let her guard down completely. Sam still was the future alpha, after all. The she-wolf tapped her lower lip with a single finger, playing up the decision between bar and club. 

“I think there will be more people willing to make some memorable mistakes at a club,” Bree replied. “Bars feel more mature, and if I’m going to go out, I need to go all out. Is that okay?”

The food arrived and Bree practically snatched her plate from the waitress’s hands (although she did restrain herself). The spicy, mouthwatering scent wiped any signs of speech, and Bree popped a piece of chicken in her mouth. The flavors coated her tongue, and Bree hummed at the taste. Swallowing, Bree regained some of her manners. 

“I’m pretty sure that this is the best food I’ve had in a while,” She grinned. With some food in her system, Bree suddenly felt like she had taken over the day, and she turned her attention back to Sam. 

“How are you been, though, Sam? I feel like you’ve just listened to me whine.”

character tropes: she wolf

Everything is better on four legs, he didn’t knew, it was like that side of his life it was just a huge interrogation sign, he haven’t spend his nights in a place with space to run, and it was hard for him to even thought about him as a wolf, after spending all his life trying to suppressed that side of him, it was a matter of time that his own brain would block any kind of memory or connection with his wolf side. “Yeah I suppose.” For someone that was trying really hard not to act like a rookie, he was failing completely at lying to her. 

“I see.” Bree said it calmly, when she really wanted to howl don’t deny it, you’d rather stay on two legs! Instead, the she-wolf ran fingers through her hair, a habit she’d picked up since she was a pup. “It’s really not terrible you know,” She finally added. Before she could continue further, she paused and switched subjects. 

“Doesn’t the ocean scare you any? You don’t know what’s beneath you. Jaws, and all that.” 

“I wouldn’t want to humiliate you,” She answered, crossing her arms before her chest. “Besides, I haven’t even caught your name.”

Her next question, on the other hand, caught him off guard, he had never pictured himself like that, he hardly ever dreamed about his wolf form. even picture him that way, made him a little anxious, he always spend his full moods locked away from everyone. And until a day ago, he believed that was the only way to spend full moons. He shook his head and cleared his voice “No, I haven’t had the opportunity to enjoy it the beach that way.” He said before a traitor sigh came out from him without his permission. 

Bree noticed Tane’s sigh, and like a wolf on the hunt, she pursued after her quarry--albeit, very cautiously. Something about the way he exhaled, his body language; the movements made Bree think of surprise and something... else. Something she couldn’t quite name. 

“Everything is better on four legs,” Bree said. “But it sounds like you may have a different opinion.” She didn’t press, but she glanced at Tane curiously, waiting to see if he’d bite. 

“Walking is probably the most exercise i’ve done in years. Not too big on the whole ‘sweating for fun’ concept.” Natalie shrugged, watching the werewolf. “Late shift at work. Super exciting.”

“Late shifts are better than early shifts,” Bree replied. She still kept her distance from the witch, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Adrenaline still thrummed softly through her veins, and she felt her fingers curling and uncurling with the need for greater movement. She resisted; she needed some rest, still. 

“Where do you work at, if you don’t mind my asking?” She continued. She wouldn’t put pressure on the other woman to answer, if she didn’t feel comfortable. “I work out at the National Park, so we’re never really late shift, although I’d prefer that some days.” 

He had to admit it was very nice of her to try calming him, it wasn’t like he was about to had an episode, where he lose all kind of control of his body, he knew when he was going to, he would feel a tingle on his hands. He slowly grinned at her comment “Seems like a good way to calm down, but I most admit, forest aren’t a place where I could say I feel like home, I’m a little more of a beach guy, I’m Hawaiian after all. But I will try to do that to listen to the wave and picture the ocean, thanks for the idea.”

Mentally, she kicked herself; why start a conversation with a wolf that didn’t particularly matter, and that wasn’t involved with the pack? Tane could prove a danger, after everything was said and done. How could he be dangerous when he’s barely a puppy himself?

Bree shifted, a bit wary of her own interest in the conversation. She tried to picture herself at the beach as a woman, standing tall in the break, but the image didn’t feel quite right. She transformed into a white wolf, running along the beach, but the idea still didn’t seem comfortable. “Have you ever run as a wolf on the beach?” She asked suddenly.