Irish Wolf

[text] Well if you're a horrible brother than I guess that makes me one too eh? 😜

[text] But aye, that sounds perfect. Name the time and place and I'll likely be late but I'll be there.

Merry Christmas from Ciaran, Seamus, Guinness, and Mr. Feathers! 🎄

It’d been a while since Luc had shifted, letting their bear out in the world to do what animals do best. Just like a pet, a shifter’s animal required enrichment and socialization, and it was starting to show in Luc’s temperament that they had not been very attentive to the bear’s needs. The short fuse, his anxious smoking habit, the incessant craving for sushi, they were all indicative of an impending, involuntary shift. At least, it would be, if he didn’t give it what it wanted soon. 

Eager to placate it, Luc put the finishing touches on some smaller projects around the campus and called it an early day, opting for a hike up in the North Shore. Which, according to the campus map, should have been secluded enough to provide them with a little bit of privacy.  Finding a nice bit of wilderness, Luc stripped down from his thermal wear, shivering involuntarily from the brisk winter breeze. “The shit I do for you,” he huffed under his breath, getting down to his birthday suit. Just as quickly as they’d undressed, Luc changed, his comparatively smaller frame giving way to his massive bear form. It wasn’t a painful process, at least not anymore, and if it ever had been, the memory was lost on him. Bounding through the tufts of snow like a kid on a snow day, Luc wandered through the dense forest, leaping through soft mounds of snow until they came upon a clearing. Curious, the bear stalked further onto the property, cautiously at first, and then determined when they spotted a nice little patio set they could curl up on for a bit. The snow was clear here, and with the bit of respite it provided from the snow, the bear decided it would be a lovely little place for a nap. When Luc woke up several hours later, it was to the sound of someone gently trying to shoo him. His first human thought was that engaging with a bear was kind of stupid. His second, that he should probably change before they decided to take more drastic measures. Snatching up the long lounge chair cushion, the bear wrapped it around his waist and shrunk down to Luc’s much more modest six foot four frame. “Sorry, uh…” Luc held onto the cushion for dear life. “...don’t call the police?”

Well...this was a bloody first. Ciaran had been on the island long enough that there wasn't a lot of weird-ass shit that actually managed to surprise him, but this did. It wasn't every day that a bloke came back from a run to find a fucking bear asleep on this front porch. He thanked his stars that the dogs and Mr. Feathers had apparently had the smarts to stay away, then approached the what he assumed was a shifter. "Mate..ya wanna wake the fuck up now?" He muttered, nudging the creature once more with a flip-flop clad toe before taking a big step back to prepare for whatever the hell was going to happen next.

The wolf watched with arched brows as the bear shifted back into a form that, well...he really didn't have a problem with. Lips twitched before curving into a downright cheeky smile as he watched the man, unable to resist giving him some kind of shit. "I dunno" Ciaran shrugged, scratching his unruly raven locks. "Ya are tresspassin' ya know. May have to give me a reason to not" He teased, before letting out a good-natured laugh.

"Just takin' the piss love. C'mon in before ya freeze to fuckin' death. Got somethin' that'll probably fit ya if ya want." He himself was clad in only a pair of worn sweats and a white tee, a nod to the magical weather as he usually only came back from his runs in boxers. Gym shorts if he was feeling fancy. Opening the door to his cabin, he invited the other in with an incline of his head.

Ciaran chuckled as he and Atticus finished their text conversation, a soft, pleased smile curving his lips when the other agreed to meet him for ice cream. He was rather surprised as he knew the man wasn't all that much for sweets. But maybe becoming a vampire had changed that? Or, you just simply couldn't argue with the healing power of the stuff. Either way the wolf was just glad to be seeing him. He really hadn't since their time during the lockdown, just in the usual passing here and there. So he was anxious to know how he was faring. And, more importantly, if whoever his sire was was being properly attentive.

The wolf arrived at their agreed location, one of the few if not only ice cream places that was still standing, and simply waited at the entrance. Would Atticus want to sit outside? Could he sit outside? Feeling like an idiot, he lit a cigarette to cover his feelings of inadequacy, but was able to manage a smirk when the saw the other coming up the path. "Fuckin' hell..I can smell ya from a mile away now" He teased, offering Atticus a drag right away.