4/13/2026, 5:16 AM
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Vespero
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Vespero was quiet, listening to Fafnir complain every 5 fucking seconds in his ear, god did he ever shut up? No is the answer he got when a loud scream filled his mind and ears as Fafnir wailed about being bored.
Ah couldn’t care less if ye're fashed, Fafnir. Just shut yer gob.
A brief flick of his tail, a small twitch of a rounded ear, and Vespero was finally at the border of a pack he'd smelt very frequently in passing. His tail twitched slowly, ears tilting backwards, leaning to set the pup in his jaws down, Little Sabine had been the only pup to survive of the two, the other buried far north, somewhere bitter and cold, no place for a pup, but also the only place he could bury them without leaving the small living one alone. Oh if only he had someone to watch Sabine..
That is why he's come here, his tail flicked, and his nostrils flared as he soon tilted his head back into a bellowing howl, a summons for whoever leads this pack, a greeting, a question, all in one, mingling and cascading across the meadows like a wave.
Do you really think a packs gonna protect that little demon? They're worse than yew, and a packs gonna hate that!
Vespero was silent, doing his best to ignore Fafnir despite him being right in his ear, and simply watched forwards, keeping a paw hooked around Sabine silently.
Scottish Gaelic
English Vespero
English Fafnir