#hey red what if he had a brave vesperia pin that they all pitched into make

[justicebled]

" oh c'mon. don't sulk at me you're gonna be a grandma at this rate." a familiar baritone is behind her with a bag. it's full of ingredients and a tantalizing scent. meat and other things within. sometimes hunting is necessary, and while a wolf in motif and honorary to her, forming their own strange little pack within a pack, yuri can't help but look amused at the childishness of the comment. it's not genuinely like her, but then again he enjoys the flips and flops.

" don't even think of reachin' for the bag. c'mon. i know you hate cheap gifts and crap so. i had another idea." a feast probably would suit lyla better. and well, something else that everyone had pitched in on. he almost snorted at wondering how the red wolf would recieve it.

" let's get back to camp. you know you were never going to escape this right? if it wasn't me it'd be karol or patty or estelle especially."