Who: Anna Latham and Mad Sweeney What: Oh, random When: Afternoon Where: Out by Sweeney's place Warnings: These two? Really? Status:closed, in progress
We wear the mask that grins and lies. It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes — this debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile. And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Anna Latham had pulled a twelve-hour shift for Sigrun, who long since gave up trying to talk her out of it, and instead of going to see how the Pack was doing, she made the change to wolf, picked up the small bag containing her clothes in her teeth, and headed off to run. The wolf was large, coal-black, with a splash of white across her nose, with bright ice blue eyes. She moved quickly, and silently. Large paws making the most of the ground beneath them. It was sometimes more freeing to run on four legs - and Anna was prone to overthinking on two. With the Wolf in control, well, she didn't have to worry too much.
Anna wasn't really paying attention to where the wolf was leading them, she was just relaxing, trying to enjoy the feeling of the air in her nose and ground underfoot until she took a deep breath in and blinked, giving the Wolf a look in her head - REALLY?! - she muttered, the Wolf sat outside the cabin in the woods, dropping the bag at her feet, tongue lolling proud of herself. the wolf and Anna didn't always agree on what Anna needed.
The Wolf decided she needed a visit to her favorite pain. And announced her presence with a yip, tail thumping lazily in the dirt.