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[itaito]

[he knew, when he came to the city to pursue his singing career, that he'd be away from his pack. he'd thought, at the time, that it would be okay. he was the omega wolf in any case, and he'd been looking forward to the freedom.

(his own proclivities notwithstanding. that was a separate thing, somehow elusively different. he could ask to be beaten or bound, and find someone to oblige him. he'd never asked to be the omega.)

but it was lonelier than he'd expected, being the only wolf he knew here. being out from under the hierarchical bullying of his own pack was nice; the lack of anyone to run with or howl with or just curl up with in a furry heap on lazy nights was rather less so.

the ceaseless busyness of writing, recording, performing, and interviewing is enough to put it from his mind, sometimes. but sometimes not. and especially not during lulls in activity, when he has days free to himself, wide open and lonely.

he sits slumped on a park bench, disconsolately flipping pebbles into a fountain.]

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[was_no_monster]

[:D! rolling over onto his back to execute a ridiculous puppywiggle]

[itaito]

[barks a laugh. YOU'RE SILLY

rolls over too. that is the extent of my energy]

[was_no_monster]

[it's silly and he knows it, but that doesn't stop the little flicker of self-satisfaction he feels seeing Shion so stuffed he can barely move. but then, he always had been happiest helping others, and that hadn't changed when he'd died. he should be used to that sort of thing by now.

huffing (and wagging nonetheless) before rolling back over toward the other wolf, and settling in. if Shion wants to sleep his meal off, he'll keep watch.]

[itaito]

[gives a contented little whurf and closes his eyes



then opens them again when he hears a raven croak nearby. he rolls reluctantly to his feet with a put-upon whine and pads slowly to a depression in the ground, further away. guard or not, we should let the scavengers have their space]

[was_no_monster]

[...trying very hard not to show his amusement, and failing horribly. being too full is such a great hardship...!

...not that he's that much better off. getting to his own feet with a grunt and trundling after him]

[itaito]

[no, having to move while too full is such a great hardship.

he flops down into the depression, stretching and yawning. the sun is all the way down by now, nothing more than starlight filtering through the leaves of the trees.

maybe just a short nap, then. we can run and howl later.]