Tristan Joseph Morse (fuzzywolf) wrote in instorm, @ 2017-07-26 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | john spencer, tristan morse |
Wolfy Nights
Who: Tris, John
What: Preparing for the moon
When: Sunday night, after sunset
Where: a cabin in the woods
Status: Closed, ongoing
Summer moons were the best moons. It didn't matter what night they fell on; he didn't have to arrange for a sub or hope they hit on a holiday. Okay, the heat wasn't the best when he was furry, but there was a pond and a stream in the woods, and it wasn't that far to the beach if they wanted to play in the water. Granted, sand in fur translated to sand on skin when they shifted out, so that wasn't always his favorite way to go. Reasoning that John would be along sooner or later, Tristan had hiked out into the woods. It was a couple miles from their apartment, but then he didn't have to worry about a car when he was half asleep in the morning and unfit to drive. Usually, he snagged his clothes in his wolf-mouth and shifted closer to the apartment anyway; they'd only run into someone doing laundry in the laundry room in the pre-dawn hours once. It had been awkward, but they'd climbed over it and Tris personally thought it was one of the funnier moments of their wolfhood. Once he reached the semi-abandoned cabin in the woods, he nudged open the door and let himself in to plunk down on the ratty couch. He'd tried once to look into who actually owned it but it didn't technically exist in any records. Someone had built it, someone had used it, but whoever it was either didn't mind them being here or was gone past the point of knowing they were here. Picking up a tatty paperback, he flipped through the pages while he listened and waited for John to show up. |