Re: Pat & Lou: boxes
Patrick had watched Cisco fight to be a good leader to this pack, but Repose was a weird place, man, and he had learned that a good Alpha had to be heartless. Cisco had not been that dude, and now the pack was a wild pack. He did not know if it would continue this way, but this was how it was now, and all he did was watch from his lookout tower. The wolves reminded him of the a combination of trolls and gnomes back home, but the creatures where Patrick hailed from were most different than the ones in fairytales here; they were borrowed names in a post-apocalyptic world.
"Be careful during the moon," Patrick agreed with a nod, doing whatever else was required to the bed. The dude was young and good at manual labor. He had never been intelligent, and he was considered as dumb as a human back home (where humans were considered most stupid), but he was good with his hands. He stood, and he brushed his palms against his jeans.
"Con works for the military, and she has been transferred back to California. She was working there before, then here, and then back to California." Man, Patrick had nearly convinced himself this was the truth of his sis' departure. It was the same willful blindness of his youth, man, and give the dude a few months and he would have forgotten that there was ever any other version of events. "Her science work is her life, man. You know how it is with Con." He dragged a hand through blond. "What do you intend to do now that you are here?"