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Pack Members
It was a cool, spring evening in the forest, the wind was lightly rustling in the trees, the sounds of nature could be heard in the distance, and the river was lapping calmly down south like it always did. Further up, there was a small, but generally cozy cottage that sat nestled in between two large oak trees, it stuck out amongst the foliage given that it wasn’t typical to see something like this in the middle of the forest, let alone someone living there, Inside, a red wolf by the name of Guntiver was tending to a pot in the kitchen, stirring it with a spoon as the water boiled from the flames on the stove, all the while wearing an apron. He lifted up the spoon to taste test the soup that he was preparing and smacked his lips twice.
“Hmm...not enough spice”, Guntiver commented as he reached towards the counter to pick up a container, dumping some of it in the soup before stirring the pot once more, giving another taste test with a more satisfied expression on his face.
“I’M HOME!” A voice shouted from behind, slightly startling Guntiver off-guard as he looked back.
“Dinner’ll be ready in a few minutes, Drago, just set whatever you’ve got on the counter!” The red wolf called back before a tall, muscular white wolf stepped into the kitchen with a large catch of fish slumped over his shoulder. He gave a smirk as he saw Guntiver with his back turned, quietly coming up to him with a smack to his rear, causing the smaller lupine to jolt.
“Missed you and that sweet ass while I was away”, Drago grinned as he set the fish down on the counter as if nothing had happened, purposely ignoring the unamused expression Guntiver was giving him.
“You know, my ass is not a pawn for your enjoyment”, The red wolf scowled as he rubbed his rear with one paw while stirring with the other.
“Yeah, but don’t think I don’t notice what happens when I give it attention, just like the rest of you”, Drago teased to his left, “besides, you know you can’t resist these big meaty paws.”
“OH!” Guntiver blushed as he turned his head the other way, rather flustered. “You stop that talk while I’m cooking.” He waved a paw to the white wolf to which the latter complied with a playful eyeroll, sitting down at the table.
It was only a few minutes before Guntiver turned off the stove and carried the pot over to the table, followed by him setting down two bowls, one for himself, and one for Drago. The red wolf grabbed a handle to scoop the soup into both their dishes before sitting down next to his larger partner, ready to eat.
“You cook one mean stew, I’ll give you that,” Drago commented to Guntiver’s left, “I can’t name many people who’d prepare such a meal for yours truly.”
“Well, aren’t I the special one?” Guntiver replied with a bemused expression before he thought about it, “You know, you’ve regularly said a lot of things that I do that not many others would do.”
“I mean...cuz it’s kinda true, from what I’ve seen, a lot of people tend to think I’m just this big, bulking guy looking to cause a fight or that I’m hiding something because ‘you see that guy, suspicion alert’”, Drago admitted with a different tone in his voice compared to his usual pomposity, “saw this one bitch or two in town give me a dirty look, kinda pissed me off, but I didn’t go farther than that.”
“Oh...well, I’m sorry to hear that…” Guntiver said with concern, “if it’s any regards, you don’t appear to be like that to me, from what I’ve seen of you at least…just wish more people could see...that…” The red wolf trailed off as he felt Drago’s paw underneath his chin, the white wolf giving him a smile as he followed it up with a kiss to his lips, Guntiver making a flustered squeak as he did so before slowly returning the favor. The two parted as they looked into each other’s eyes, Drago’s face being uncharacteristically tender.
“So long as one person cares about me, that’s all that matters.”