Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he moved to his side, curiously sniffing him though he did seem concerned
Carlos struggled a bit, but was finally able to push his arms through the sleeves and smooth down his shirt proper. He took a deep breath, but then regretted it when the musky, sickening smell of the leg was detected.
“Oh god… that’s… that’s rank…” He futilely covered his nose, trying to block it out.
he sat down, glancing at the leg before giving him a confused look
Carlos tried to breathe through his mouth, calming himself. He then looked at Drake. “Um… thank you… but really, I’m okay. I shouldn’t eat things like this. But… I appreciate the gesture?” He was aware that Drake might not understand him, but what was there for him to do?
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he moved to his side, curiously sniffing him though he did seem concerned
Carlos struggled a bit, but was finally able to push his arms through the sleeves and smooth down his shirt proper. He took a deep breath, but then regretted it when the musky, sickening smell of the leg was detected.
“Oh god… that’s… that’s rank…” He futilely covered his nose, trying to block it out.
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
the
beast huffed slightly as he shifted out of his sleep, tiredly looking
around the cave before stretching and yawning. dispite being told the
night before, he was still suprised to see a human sleeping in the
corner
Carlos took a little bit to finally wake up. When he did, he was sore all over. The floor hadn’t been very kind to his back, and the cold hadn’t been of much help either. Carlos was almost shivering as he sat up and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes.
he sat up when he noticed the other did, getting up before curiously sniffing and nunging him
Carlos jumped in shock, staring at the creature with wide eyes. But as memories of the night before came back he tried to relax. “Oh. It’s… it’s you.”
he chirped softly, tilting his head as he sat beside him
Carlos made a small, awkward smile. “I, uh… hope you slept better than I did.”
he looked at his sleeping spot before chriping again and looking down at him
Carlos blinked, uncertain. “Uh… I don’t… is that a yes?”
he huffed slightly as he realised they couldn’t understand each anymore, wings twitching slightly
Carlos felt bad. Drake was clearly disappointed by… something. Probably the language barrier.
“Um, well… okay. I, uh… need to get dressed so…” Carlos wasn’t sure how to ask for what he needed. He held one finger up and twirled it in a circle, hoping Drake got the idea to turn around for him.
he tilted his head, sniffing his finger before looking completely confused
Carlos laughed in disbelief as well as understanding. “Right. Um…” He carefully reached out toward the other being’s head. He was slow, his palm facing out, and he watched Drake carefully for any negative reactions.
he briefly sniffed his hand before licking it, his tail wagging happily
Carlos smiled slightly. Cute. He scratched the top of Drake’s nose. “Heh, nice boy,” he cooed, unable to help himself. Then he gently touched the side of Drake’s nose to turn his head away. “If you could… not look at me while I dress? That’d be great…”
he purred as the other scratched his nose, nuzzling his head into his hand to try and get more pets
Oops, Carlos thought to himself. He chuckled nervously. “Hey, okay – I’ll pet you some more. I just need a bit of privacy, so…” Carlos gave him a few more scritches before again gently trying to turn the beast’s head.
Thank god his current state at least negated his allergies to fur. For now.
he looked to the other side of the cave, tilting his head slightly before getting up and seemingly getting distracted by something
Oh, thank goodness.
Carlos tried to be quick to get at least his more vulnerable parts covered. He was finally able to yank on his pants and button it up before he reached for his shirt to pull it over his head.
he trotted back over to him, holding a leg of the now old corpse in his mouth before carefully dropping it by Carlos’ feet
Carlos had only just gotten his head through the hole of his shirt when the ‘treat’ was dropped in front of him. Once his eyes opened he jumped with a shout, falling backwards with much of his shirt still bunched up around his neck and arms.
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