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bitethemall (bitethemall) wrote in pandorarpg,

He ignored her protests, growling now and again to imply she should shut her trap sooner rather than later. It was about another hour of walking with her hoisted over his shoulder before they reached their destination. It was a good thing she didn't weigh that much.

When he came up to the right place, there wasn't anyone in view, but a dying fire in the center of a cleared area, and Fenrir could tell they were nearby. He unceremoniously dropped the girl on the ground and walked forwards a few feet before letting out a bit of a howling growl that quickly brought the depressing few left of his pack running out into view to see who was trespassing in their territory. Of course, when they saw who it was, they froze, not sure what to do. Then one let out a triumphant shout and stepped forward, clasping his arm in welcome and a shared laugh.

"Greyback," one of the others stepped forward, not looking nearly as happy as the others at his return.

"I'm gone for five years, and you bastards let the pack fall apart? Where the fuck is everyone?" Fenrir growled.

"Dead," another replied. "Who is your snack there?" He motioned at the girl behind him.

"Won't tell me her name, sadly. I call her sweetheart since she won't cooperate. She was nice enough to help me off that bleeding island." Fenrir glanced back at the girl.