Castiel (strappedonwings) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-09-10 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, leah clearwater |
Who: Castiel and Leah Clearwater
When: A few days after Castiel's arrival
Where: The wee forest
What: A chance meeting (For the challenge!)
Rating: Medium
Status: Incomplete
Castiel did not like to be confined, not at the camp and not here. He could accept it, if need be, but he did not like it at all. He was use to having a range far beyond that of humans and he was scarcely used to being limited to walking and motor vehicles. He liked to be outside though he found a greater tolerance for human constructions than he had when he first fell.
He was not used to peace, to being able to walk safely, so he had a pistol shoved in the waistband of his jeans. He didn't trust the absence of Croates, despite Anna's assurances. Still, little this and that at least has him relaxed chemically. He could still aim with the best of them if need be.
He breathed slowly, deeply drawing in the cool air. As he approached the trees it became crisper and sweeter. He loved this space. It always made him feel healthier. His muffled head became a little clearer in the good way.
He wandered slowly through the trees, his eyes and ears sharp for anything that didn't seem to belong but he saw and heard nothing out of the ordinary. He was just starting to relax when he saw a shape out of the corner of his eye. A dog? No. A wolf. Alone there were little threat but he didn't stop to fight it. He stopped because the more he looked at it the clearer it because that this wasn't just a wolf. That and... it appeared to have clothing tied to its ankle.
Not typical behaviour for a wolf. Castiel moved closer. The poor beast appeared to be in distress, a strangely human expression on its lupine face. Her face. "Hey there, little one. Having a bad day?" he asked, his voice gently, his movements slow. His gun stayed in his waistband. Not that it mattered. He didn't have a silver bullet on him.