@intrepiid
“I hate this. I hate being covered in all this crap, I hate feeling like an animal, and I HATE YOU!” the alpha roared at her cousin, who shrank back from her as her eyes blazed an angry red. It was only their third annual hunt after the dwarves took back Erebor but the pack knew by now that the last week of the hunt was hell because Cass was itching to get back to her husband and she couldn’t until everybody was under control--unfortunately this year it was Jackson who couldn’t keep himself in control until the last minute. That just meant she got to chew his ass out. Figuratively, of course, but she did get a good bite in him on their way home because he neglected to inform her he had regained his sanity a few days ago.
The alpha wolf stormed through the main gate, red eyes blazing and searching; always searching when she returned home. The dwarves welcomed the wolves back from their hunt, the back end of the pack unloading their spoils for the dwarves to either put away or make into furs, but their alpha was on a mission. Look for her blur of brown and blue. Until then, she couldn’t stop and be calm. Cass smelled Thorin and Bilbo in the vicinity, and once she caught their scent she could easily pick out Kili. Alright, now the question was which direction would he be coming from this year?
