"Well fuckin' A. That's a sad story. But it got better at the end. Now we can crack open some Buds and not feel so bad about it, can't we?"
When Hector names the lost packbrother and packsister, he'd grown sullen. Solemn. His eyes get a little wide, and his face relaxes into a sadder state than it is already in. That anxiousness wanes, and he shifts, uncomfortable. He may have perked up a bit at the end, but that doesn't keep him from speaking his next words with some respect.
"Have a drink or two, in memory of the packbrother and packsister I will never know. Hornet's Nest. First Light." He'd memorized them as soon as he had heard them. They are names a lupus can easily wrap even a human tongue around. When he'd first changed, it had been the way he talked, in metaphor, before idioms were memorized and he constantly began to sound like he was parroting something Ma or Pops had said.
Jack gets to his feet. Holds out a hand to pull Hector onto his own. "And I can meet Cinder Song, my new sister."
When Hector names the lost packbrother and packsister, he'd grown sullen. Solemn. His eyes get a little wide, and his face relaxes into a sadder state than it is already in. That anxiousness wanes, and he shifts, uncomfortable. He may have perked up a bit at the end, but that doesn't keep him from speaking his next words with some respect.
"Have a drink or two, in memory of the packbrother and packsister I will never know. Hornet's Nest. First Light." He'd memorized them as soon as he had heard them. They are names a lupus can easily wrap even a human tongue around. When he'd first changed, it had been the way he talked, in metaphor, before idioms were memorized and he constantly began to sound like he was parroting something Ma or Pops had said.
Jack gets to his feet. Holds out a hand to pull Hector onto his own. "And I can meet Cinder Song, my new sister."