Thread: Return to Camp (attn: Anyone) 9/4/10

Markku pads through the bawn in his grey-furred lupus form. He is not patrolling, but walking off the most recent series of *nightmares.* He smells Wolfrik before he sees him, and breaks into a loping run, grinning in canine fashion.

Remains quietly sitting in front of the fire staring into it as if entranced by it. He can hear the sounds of Markku approaching but doesn't remove his gaze.

Markku slows as he approaches. He pads over to the fire and sits far enough from Wolfrik that the other garou won't feel threatened, but close enough that he won't feel alone. He sits in silence, not talking until Wolfrik does.

Wolfrik looks at his cousin sitting there in silence. He wonders how angry Markku is for him leaving in the middle of the night without a word or warning. He finally asks, "Are you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to say what's on your mind?"

Markku tilts his head, then walks over and sits by his cousin. He lays his head in Wolfrik's lap; his tail thumps against the ground a few times. He is clearly not angry at Wolfrik, and was only concerned for his welfare. Blood, after all, is thicker than water.

Wolfrik shifts a little to get out from under Markku's head and says, "What are you? Gay or something?"

Markku rolls his eyes. "No, jackass, you left in the middle of the night and since, jeez, you're the only family I've got, did you think I might wonder? None of us had any idea if you were coming back, when you were coming back, whatever. Fuck you." He sits silently after that.

Wolfrik watches Markku as he goes off on him and just laughs before saying, "I needed time to work some things out."