#midnight rambles

It doesn't matter to Hyena!Laswell that the newest 141 member is human. If theres at least a few pack-minded hybrids in a group, a pack will be formed despite species. And fem!reader actually spent some time with Laswell's pack in the US before transferring to the UK. This means Reader is familiar with hybrids, but Laswell's pack worked in a completely different structure than the 141.

After introductions, theres a few days of getting to bond, make sure the addition works. It's not until after two months and a few small missions that the 141 pack really starts to take in Reader. Letting them into the fold of the pack was an unspoken and unilateral decision by the boys. It starts simply, with an invite to the den.

"Oi." Simon's voice draws Reader's attention, causing them to look up from the sink. Simon's been standing quietly behind them for a second now, watching them rinse the glass they used to get some water before bed.

"Simon.." They say his name a bit surprised, normally the blond wolf is tucked in by now. "What's up? You need something?" Their voice is soft because of the later hour, the sun finished setting by now. Simon just stares for a moment, realizing he didn't think of what to say. He was just waiting mindlessly, waiting..

Finally, he speaks, face a blank mask despite how his ears go down a tad, betraying the bashful feeling that's slowly building up. "You're wanted in the den." He answers plainly, vague as always. "Others ar' probably there already."

Reader blinks in confusion, slowly putting the now-washed glass on the drying rack. "Uh.. okay.. thanks." They respond quietly, nodding, before shuffling past Simon. Said man makes no attempt to really move, instead just watching the human with that same blank and quiet stare.

Reader makes their way to the den, a room they haven't been in much. Filled with scented items, too many blankets to count, and a closet full of random things the pack may need while engaging in pack activities. Snacks, bandaids, extra clothes, lube.. Not that Reader knows all what's in there. When the confused human opens the door to the den, they expect to be met with some annoyed glare or something, assuming they were getting scolded. Instead they were met with instructions to remove their shoes, and Price's motion to come into the mess of blankets and pillows that Soap was tossing around in.