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"Wenig Liebe, müssen Sie draußen mehr zu bekommen." The wolf murmurs the words with a certain tenderness. Fingertips skate along the boy's ankle and his eyes linger overlong upon the human's face. Finally he simply plucks the novel away and tosses it aside before bending over and stealing a soft kiss. "You'll turn pale and sickly if you stay inside much longer," Kronus says agains the warmth of those lips with a hint of laughter.

"Come, we go where you please."

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"Are you Dean or the addict tonight?"

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   "You realize you're staring?"

   Agitation is brief in his voice as he sets aside the knife and pauses in butchering the deer. Wiping bloodied hands off with the rag at his side, the wolf raises his head and regards the intruder. Here he had assumed he had been alone. Yet he only pauses a moment before tossing the rag aside and delving his hands into the belly of the stag, snapping bone and allowing blood and entrails to wetly slap to the ground as he cleaned out the carcass.

   "Make this quick, I'm busy."

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   "You're awake, good." The words come quiet as the wolf chews at something before taking an odd green mixture from his mouth to press it at enflamed skin. He remembers old remedies, mixing herbs and spice together to craft balms. It was better than what most today called medicine. Kronus smoothes a palm down the boy's spine before pressing coated fingers into healing flesh.

   What he will not say is that he had stayed here, watching over the human quietly. Leaving only to hunt, to gather what he needed to survive, the large wolf guarded the home the tiny human was resting within. One day he had gone as far as tossing a man delivering pieces of paper out from the porch to the road.

   Part of him believed the boy too weak.

   Kronus will never admit to the relief felt upon seeing eyes flicker open.

   Instead he rises, rinses out his mouth, and leaves the bedroom for few moments only to return with a thick broth-type substance within a bowl. Sitting down, the food is set to the side before he continues his ministrations. Fingers curved deep within the boy, he continues to apply the thick syrupy looking concoction until his fingers squelch and twist slickly with each movement.

   "How do you feel?"

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   It is what he is accustomed to, the feeling of pain snapping through his bones. Flesh rips away to give way to jet black fur and the large man becomes an even larger wolf. Paws scrap and dig into the porch as he paces slowly, ears perked for the Alpha's call. The wolf is aware of the noise inside the home barricaded from him, from the other wolves, and the prey that lays inside. 

   A hunger simmers in the pit of his belly and snarling low, the large wolf turns to face to door with a large paw scrapping heavily. It would be easy to get in he tells himself, the wolf knows this and rumbles low as he paces restlessly and puts his weight against the door with a low snarl.

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Watching Prisoner of Azkaban during a caffeine fueled potterthon. The dementors were up to their usual shenanigans. I texted my friend and said we should send for Sam and Dean Winchester because their lives are so fraught with misery that the dementors would have no happiness to feed on.

She didn't want to talk to me after that.