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Started February 27, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

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James just raised a brow at the growl of the other's stomach. "No, that won't do. Come, we have fresh kill from this morning, and it needs to be eaten," he said before shifting again

Arthur rolled his eyes, but quickly fell into step behind the other, not bothering to shift again as they walked.

Arthur’s pace not being quick enough for his tastes, he decided to suddenly grab him in his teeth and fling him onto his back, picking up the pace

Arthur yelped in surprise, gripping the other tightly round the neck for a moment before relaxing into his rhythm. "What was that for?!" he asked, still slightly in shock.

(oof srry)

"You walk too slowly," James answered simply, mentally rolling his eyes as he began to bound off deeper into the woods, hopping across rocks and fallen trees

Arthur squeaked a little as he suddenly upped his pace, "You could've told me to pick it up" he said, slightly annoyed.

"Again, not fast enough," James said, continuing to run quicker and quicker until slowing to a stop at a clearing. There were various supplies strewn about, and a few people were sitting on the ground, others napping. Those that were awake looked up when they saw James walk in, eyes wide and curious

Arthur quickly slipped off of him, extremely uncomfortable with the extra eyes on him. "You still didn't have to do that.."

James shifted again, rolling his eyes. "Don't be ungrateful," he said. One of the people sitting on the ground got to his feet, squinting at Arthur. He was older, in his mid to late 20's, scruffy and tanned and generously adorned with scars.

"Who's this?" he asked, regarding Arthur skeptically, seeming suspicious of him

Arthur stared, unsure of how to react to the other's sudden bluntness. Starting when he heard the new voice he turned to watch them both, figuring he should keep his mouth shut. Well… first thing learned….. don't cross a werewolf… second…. that guy…. is most likely the Alpha…

"Watch your tone, Marcus," James said cooly, though there was a somewhat dangerous glint in his eye as he spoke. The man, Marcus, simply huffed before looking to Arthur.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked, tone changed to something more friendly

"Arthur." he replied, still somewhat wary. Glancing around the clearing he saw supplies for travel, first aid, along with more werewolves, at least that's what he assumed they were.

(sorry dude, was out cold)

"Arthur, hm? Where are you from, Arthur?" Marcus asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his long overcoat while James glanced around at the other werewolves. There were seven in total, James and Marcus included, and many looked curious, wary, or annoyed

(No worries! I was up before dawn so boredom was my own fault…)
Arthur glanced around, still wary, "I came from the eastern territories…" he said carefully, keeping his tone even. blowing a lock of red hair out of his eyes he looked around some more, not wanting to disturb anyone or anything before turning back to Marcus.

(yeah I'm sick atm so slower responses from me are probably gonna be the norm today)

"What brought you here then? Running away, hiding something?" Marcus began to question, seemingly about to get carried away before James shot him a look.

"Marcus, I think that's enough. Shouldn't you be in town with Andre?" he asked, though his tone sounded more like a command

Arthur tensed at the question, trying not to show that Marcus had hit a sore spot. In truth he was running away. Running away from a ton of issues he really should be taking care of, and he was…. but he knew he shouldn't have left the way he did….

Marcus just turned away, grumbling something under his breath. But he didn't get far before James suddenly held out a hand, and with a flick of the wrist he yanked Marcus back by what looked like his throat. "Is there something you'd like to say?" he hissed, and when Marcus shook his head frantically, he dropped him unceremoniously on the grass

Arthur paled, backing away just a little. Okay then… definitely don't cross any lines with him… he thought, forcing himself to stay calm.

Marcus picked himself off, quickly walking off before shifting, jet-black fur and red markings being the last thing seen of him before he bounded off into the woods. James smiled at that, and he turned to Arthur as he dusted himself off. "Now, how about that food?"

Arthur watched him warily, forcing himself to stay calm, "Yeah… that'd be nice…" he said hesitantly, attempting to hide the nervousness in his voice.

James nodded, walking over to where a few containers sat. "Preferences? We have deer, bear, elk…Unless you would like human food, in which case we should have some granola bars and such…"

"Anything is fine…." said Arthur shifting spontaneously again, padding warily behind the other.

James just nodded again, mumbling to himself before pulling a few granola bars out of one container before grabbing a chunk of deer out of another. "Here you are," he said

Arthur took it gratefully, taking the meat in his jaws padding to a quiet spot to eat quietly.

James sat down on a crate, helping himself to some of the food as well. Idly he found himself wanting to go into town to check on the others, but knew they were fine