Re: [Lou & Atticus: wolfing]
Lou, if she had any idea what the wolf was thinking, got family. Point of fact, the unit pre-jail time had been family, tight-knit, city-centric. Lou knew the difference between pack and family, about the comfortable chaos of running with people who were like the afterparty after a funeral or a wedding, a crowd of people you were related to but spread out on the old family tree and the unit that hugged tight. Lou wasn't much of a hugger, not people she didn't know. Family on the other hand, ran different. Family could be pack, and pack could be family, depending on how you looked at it.
Lou wasn't the one doing the looking. Least, not looking at anything but the haunts and the stubborn fucking wolf.
She got it. Yeah, she got it both barrels. The wolf made his point and she made hers and if it hadn't been for the haunts they would still be stood, toe to metaphorical toe. The pack had welcomed closing the vacuum, uneasy with the flood of oxygen where an alpha ought to be. It was almost too easy. Lou stood still, and breathed deep. Haunts and all.