InsaneJournal

WHO: Fenrir and Siobhan
WHAT: Finding the remnants of his pack
WHERE: Deep in the Forbidden Forest
WHEN: Nov 14, 9am ish
RATING: with kidnappings and I'm sure language, let's go with PG-13



Fenrir had made sure the girl was awake when the sun rose, and they continued their treck through the forest for the morning, getting closer to where Fenrir's pack was. He could smell them, and the scent got stronger as they got closer. Every once in a while, he would stop them and sniff the air, and correct their trajectory appropriately. When she moved too slow for his liking, he grabbed her arm and yanked her along to get her moving again, not caring if she was tired. He still didn't know her name, but he hadn't shared his with her either. Whether she knew it already or not he didn't really care, the only thing he cared about right now was getting to his pack. And finding a cigarette. He was craving a cigarette.

"Move your arse, sweetheart," he growled over his shoulder, threatening to yank her along again if she didn't pick up the pace. They were really close now, and he was eager to see how many of his people were still there.