Breanna Tucker (barelyvisible) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-02-20 12:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | breanna tucker, complete, samuel ward |
How The Lone Wolf Howls
The first thing Bree noticed when she woke up was that she was sore. Her body ached the way it always did after a full moon and then some. Cognizance always took a while to return to her after a full moon and she had found it harder and harder to wake up alone the longer she had been away from the pack. Not that she'd been happy there, but at least she hadn't been alone. Normally she didn't care all that much but during and post the full moon that loneliness hit her with full force.
Of course, the second thing she noticed was that she didn't feel alone. And the heavy weight of someone's legs intertwined with hers had her stiffening first of all defensively but hazy memories of clashing with a wolf with dark fur and hunting for rabbits filtered into her mind and she groaned a little, carefully trying to extract her legs from where they'd tangled in his - and she could see his back, the markings of what looked like a tribal tattoo on his arm. He seemed to still be asleep, dark hair hiding his face, but she could see the telltale markings of a scar on his flank. He was like her, a turned wolf. He knew the pain of having his life taken away from him, at least. Gingerly moving, she lifted her hand to her face and felt that her lip was slightly bloodied and her cheekbone hurt. They must have clashed hard the night before, even if they smoothed things out. There were small splotches of blood on the ground around them where they'd clearly eaten the prey she'd caught. It had been years and the fact that she ate wild animals raw still turned her stomach. It didn't seem to matter how many full moons Sam had experienced he never seemed to get used to the morning after the night before. Every inch of him always seemed to ache and he always woke up with a thirst that honestly felt like a desert had taken up residence in his throat though this morning was different. This was different because he was not alone the same way he had ever since he'd first been turned. The events of the night before filtered through, of clashing with a pale wolf with sharp teeth, his side throbbing with the memory of where said teeth had sunk into flesh. He was also naked as he always was which meant his companion was also very naked and female if the scent was any indication and Sam rather purposefully kept his eyes turned away as he stirred in order to give her privacy. He curled his legs up as to hide his... well, junk, and shifted to rake his fingers through the depths of his dark hair so he could pull it back from where it had settled around his features. Huh, his jaw hurt. Clearly, his morning companion must have had a hard skull because he distinctly remembered being headbutted by her. "Morning," he managed in a gravelly voice. One would have thought pragmatism around being naked came with practice but honestly, Bree had never felt comfortable being naked around her old pack, not in the same way they were comfortable around each other. She wondered if that was just because she'd never fitted there, that she'd never wanted to belong. Waking up next to someone- albeit a stranger- had sort of soothed something and she realised that they had probably curled up and fallen asleep together, two lone wolves in the forest without anyone to run with. She sat up, pulled her legs to her chest and pushed her hair out of her face, tired and sluggish and sore even as her lips curled up a little into a small smile at his gravelly greeting. "Mornin'," she murmured in response. "I- uh- kinda feel like I oughta apologise." "What for?" He asked as he rubbed at his jaw, certain that a bruise was blossoming but it wasn't a big deal, wasn't like it would be around for a long time. "Pretty sure I'm the one who wandered into your territory." Of course he hadn't been aware that there was territory until he was facing off against her with teeth bared. This morning definitely could have been awkward but, in fact, it was... calm, settled, and he wondered if that was because he'd actually run with another wolf. Bree snorted, "Yeah- I- uh- kinda get a bit territorial," she admitted, pushing her fingers through her hair and trying to work out whereabouts in the woods she was and if she was anywhere near where she'd left her clothes. She might not be; she was on the other side of the patch she'd spent most of the evening pacing around to where she'd changed. "Still, no excuse for crashin' into the first wolf I've seen in over a year with teeth bared." Still sort of covering herself so she had some sense of decency, she turned her body to stretch one hand out. "Bree." Sam chuckled before he did much the same in sense of keeping his modesty as he reached out to take her hand in his though it was a little easier for him as he just had to worry about the thing between his legs whereas she had to worry about pretty much everything. "Sam, it's uh nice to meet you, Bree." It would seem that neither of them were very close to where they'd started the full moon which meant eventually one of them was going to have to expose all to retrieve clothing. Sam would probably take the hit on that one. "Woulda been better under different circumstances," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, wrapping her arms around her knees again once the handshake was over, rubbing at her shin like that would keep the breeze off her skin. It didn't do much of a good job. It was chilly and though she didn't necessarily feel the cold in the same way she used to, it was still enough to prickle across her skin. "But yeah, 's nice to meet you too." And she meant that which surprised her somewhat. "Agreed," he replied with a smirk though frowned as it was clear she was cold but then that was to be expected, they were both very naked after all. "Do you have any idea where your clothes are because I don't mind going to get them while I retrieve my own?" He'd definitely take the naked bullet as he'd raised in a way that meant Sam respected the hell out of women. "Are you sure?" she asked, turning her head and trying to reorient herself. "Mine are over there, on the other side of the clearing, I think." She appreciated that she might not have to sneak through the woods like she'd forgotten her towel. It didn't even cross her mind that he might just not bother and leave her there, something she'd obsess over later. Right. Might as well get this over with. Sam planted a hand against the ground and lifted himself to his full height and naked glory? "I'll be right back," he assured before he set off in a confident stride despite the fact he was naked but then he knew he was in good shape and well they were definitely on an equal footing so not the time for false modesty. Thankfully finding his and her clothing didn't take as long as he was fearing it might but a good sense of smell led him right to them and he returned with them in hand. "Here," he said as he offered up her clothes before he rummaged out his boxer briefs. Bree watched him walk away because why wouldn't she? While she waited for him to come back she listened to the woods, the sounds of the world around her slowly waking and because she was paying attention she was only surprised when Sam came back by virtue of the fact that he actually came back. Accepting her clothes, she slipped into her underwear and then stood, stretching her arms above her head and feeling infinitely more comfortable now that she at least had her panties back on. "Thanks," she said, turning her head to look at him again once he was, like her, underwear-clad. It was definitely easier to interact with Bree and a lot more comfortable with some clothes on because whilst they'd all born naked there was a point where it wasn't acceptable to be naked around strangers. "Don't worry about it," he assured her with a smile as he shook out his jeans and began to tug those on until he fastened them to his hips and secured them in place with his belt. He was to his credit being very good at not gawking at Bree as she stood clad in her panties and not much else even it was tempting, really tempting. "I don't know about you but I could go for a really big really unhealthy breakfast." Grabbing her tank top and pulling it on over her head, she chuckled. "You can look now," she told him, having noticed that he'd been keeping his eyes averted. Now at least she was in a curve-hugging tank top and her underwear so she was no longer totally naked. She shimmied into her jeans, next, and did them up. Her eyes raked up over him; he still didn't have a shirt on and she was pleased about that. "But you're right, I could go for food. I'm starvin'." Sam chuckled as he had in fact been caught out for trying not to look and as he tugged on his t-shirt he stole a look over at Waverley. "You wanna hit up the diner together?" It seemed a shame to say goodbye so early especially as he'd never really had much to do with other wolves. It wasn't like this being turned came with an operating manual. "I mean if you don't then that's cool." Her initial response was to say no, but he kind of looked hopeful and honestly she didn't really want to spend the morning after a full moon alone if she didn't have to. She thought rocking up at Callum's would be frowned on since she wasn't sure if they even had that kind of... friendship? She raked her fingers through her hair and then bent to pick up her t-shirt, tugging it on and finishing off with her hoodie. She zipped it up and then freed her hair from where it had been stuck. "Sounds good," she said, after just a moment of hesitation. After all, he was a turned wolf. He hadn't been born this way, either. She couldn't hold him to the same standard she did all others. Slipping into her shoes, she moved a little closer, close enough to touch even though she didn't - not immediately. But then she pushed his hair back from his face and her fingers of their own volition found the bruise on his jaw. "I- shit, I'm sorry." Sam was in the process of tugging on his hooded sweatshirt when Bree reached out to touch his hair and found the bruise on his jaw and just offered a smile. "Pretty sure that apology goes both ways." He gestured to his mouth to the exact place where the cut on her lip was. "So, how about we buy each other breakfast and we consider it forgiven?" He bent down and slipped his boots on before rolling his neck until something did in fact crack. Her hand withdrew quickly when Sam smiled at her and she shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, I started it." She pushed her hands through her hair, fingers snagging on some leaves and a few small twigs that she carefully fished out. Her stomach grumbled a little at the thought of breakfast. "Mm sounds good to me. Pretty sure the diner'll be able to feed us well enough." "I definitely finished it though," Sam pointed out before he caught a stray twig that Bree had missed and tossed it aside. Now that they were both fully clad and no longer looked like they were trying to commune with nature he began back in the direction of the town. "Oh, no doubts about that. The cook there does serve up pretty big plates." "Pretty sure he's not human," Bree drawled as she fell into step beside Sam, hands back in her pockets after she gave a full body shake, some final leaves falling from her hair. "Which might explain why he's so generous with his portions. Ain't gonna complain." She tilted her head, the sounds of the forest fading into the background the further towards the town they walked, where the sounds of the rousing inhabitants and smell of coffee, baking and food wafted along the air. "Definitely not complaining," Sam echoed with a nod of his head. "More food the better." He'd had a healthy appetite pre-turning but apparently, it had become voracious ever since he been turned. It made sense he supposed that his appetite would change to adapt as a result. He lifted his head as he caught the scent of coffee and food and his stomach growled in response. Bree chuckled. "Hungry?" she asked, though hers seemed to rumble gently in response to Sam's stomach breaking the ice. She laughed at that, clearly catching herself unawares with her reaction because she rubbed underneath her ear and looked away, discomforted by how comfortable she was. "C'mon, I bet you can walk faster than this." Sam's eyebrow arched. "Is that a challenge?" He picked up the pace as if it was an unspoken challenge before he nudged her in the side. "Last person to the diner buys the first round of drinks." And with that issued he broke out into a full run. He was grown, promise. |