sighing, jensen reached over to pick up the dropped knife. without any warning, the alpha felt a little knock in the base of his spine. a growl released from the base of his throat as the pain shot up, feeling as if somebody was pinging mallets on every single disk all the way up the base of his skull. pride had snapped him up, knife in his hand and he leaned onto a near by table. 

taking in a deep breathe, the alpha leaned his hip onto the table and curled his head to rest on a post. he sniffed the air and caught a whiff of a wolf coming near. he opened his eyes and turned his head to get a look at who was approaching him. 

Avery hummed and strummed the cords of his mandolin, his fingers nimble and light, tucked away where nobody would see him. His dark hair blending with the shadows, his soft pale skin giving him away though as moonlight poured onto him. His voice, soft, bright and melodic. A beautiful aria hung in cool night air. His song about tender and new love, the soft blossoms of spring and the promise of sunshine and the padding feet of pups across the floorboards in the house.

"Didn't expect you to be waiting for me here, especially with it being so close to sundown." Fidel opens his eyes and turns to the other wolf at the foot of the mountain.

Clive had been gone a long time on the latest trade mission. The typical trip didn’t take this long, but special supplies had been needed, and that meant traveling much further than usual. On their return, rather than spend the night camping out again, he had pushed for them to keep going. Now, arriving in Athos, he was exhausted.

After caring for the horses and securing the wagon, he grabbed a small parcel from one of the many bags and begins the last part of his trek. Then he finds the wolf he’s looking for. Just the sight of the other gives him his second (or 10th) wind of the day. Usually quick with a smoldering smirk or a friendly grin, the best Clive can give the man is smile that becomes a yawn. “C’mere… got you something…”

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Nothing could have prepared young Elio for the chaos and destruction that had ravaged the village of Athos that night. He was a wreck as he rushed to the infirmary, trying his best to hold it together for the others. He had a job to do. There were several wolves that had been badly burned while attempting to put out the flames. Him being one of them. He’d gone to work, carefully tending to his patients in an emotional frenzy. He was shaking, tears welling up in his eyes that obstructed his vision. “I’m so sorry”, he said to one of the patients as he frantically cleaned their wound. It was obvious that his physical and emotional state was preventing him from doing his job properly. He stopped when he felt someone beside him, taking his hand and staring at the large burn on his forearm. “I-I’m okay. Really.” Elio couldn’t bring himself to look at the other because he knew very well that he wasn’t okay. He was a mess and he needed help too. “Please. Just... just let me help. I need to help.”

Well. Some things were just - untimely.

He stood there, staring at a wall. There was an empty space on it where there was just now a nail. And no rope. Which- was going to be a problem.

It had started a couple of days ago and now he knew there wasn't much time. The blood drained a little from his face.

"Okay. What am I gonna do now?" he said out loud, though thinking to himself. He'd better think of something before he got distracted again. Or the whole forest would smell like him. Again.

Billy had never been good with pups. He didn't really know what to say to them. He wasn't unkind but they were small and fragile (generally speaking) and also he was used to salty kitchen language. So when one wandered in during off hours, he felt an obligation to steer them back where they should be.

The pup was a climber though and had ended up on Billy's admittedly broad shoulders.

"From the looks of it, this pup may belong to you aye?" Billy asked as the other wolf approached.