#m;halen

A faint hum came from Halen as she stood walking infront of Gerwulf, her hands were held back behind her slightly since she was holding his hands pulling him along. “Relaaaax~ Its just a party”. She cooed. 

A small hum escaped their lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. Head of rusty red-orange hair tilting to the side. A pair of white tipped ears twitching upon her head as she spotted the culprit passing by the doorway of the room where she was talking to the pack’s alpha. Whisking her way past the alpha, Halen’s slender fingers nabbed Charlie’s left hand in an iron grip. Giving him a firm tug so that he would hopefully stumble into the room. “Well hello!~ If it isn’t the wolf I’ve been looking for!”. 

“You’re saying that like I would actually let someone else take your life”. For a split second, Halen sounded really sadistic. A wide smile stretching their mouth out, eyes yellow, coughing a few times as they turned to look in another direction. “I mean you know. I can’t let anyone hurt you. That wouldn’t be good of me.”.

They were starting to become rather drowsy, slumping over to lay on Alasdair’s thighs. Their head hanging off his thighs a bit from not scooting down far enough. It didn’t matter really, as they drug a sleepy hand across Alasdair’s knees and grabbed a cushion from the end of the couch. Tucking it under their head with a faint sigh, they shifted in irritation when fingers ceased their stroking and twisting and fluffing of their fiery locks. “Don’t stop..”.

“I’m a blanket hog.”. Was that the truth he was looking for? Probably not but it was the one he was getting.

A surprised look on his face, “Wha...you didn’t have to do that. You know you don’t have to spend your hard earned money on me, Alasdair.” He would rather the other spend it on things he needs though since it was already done, he wasn’t going to reject it that would be rude.

"So nice to see a moon child recognizing their creator.". The god was sitting on a massive golden throne inside of a marble temple laced with gold. The world was going smoothly but what was this wolf child doing here, and no offering either?? Golden hues narrowing in on him. Leaning forward, fiery orange locks falling over his shoulders to rest on his knees. It looked like Halen had adapted their male presenting body to have long hair, ears and a tail instead of that being qualities reserved for their female presenting body. Claw tipped fingers tapped impatiently on the arm of his throne, "Was there something you needed from Us?, but to ask a favor without a proper offering in return is most ill fated.".

“He’s a total idiot, just a right inconsiderate jerk, for sure.”. They were only saying that because of Alasdair’s habit of coming home all beat up and scraped up. “He should also take more time to observe others...I think things would be easier for him if he did that”.