Silver Creek Brother In Arms

I understand! Same back at you!

Heston snorted, casting Casmir a look from the corner of his eye. "You think I don't know it? I mean it might be hard to find one. Or one stupid enough to fight us, manly speciemens as we are." His ear flicked as Casmir questioned him about his favorite hunt. He thought seriously, mulling the idea over in his head slowly. "I've hunted bear before, not my favorite hunt, but my old pack did. It wouldn't fight us though." The bitterness was clear in his voice. "Saw our numbers and took off, we ran it right out of the packlands. Our leader said not to fuck with it past that, so we didn't. It didn't come back. I've never taste bear before, was looking forward to it. Plus, helluva story to tell, you know?"

Heston smirked, nodded. "Four even." Casmir comment sent him chuckling, though he too was attempting to sort through the scent of prey. He was content to let Casmir take the lead here too, leading might prove a better distraction from the loss of the girls than simple talk. "Won't Laika be pleased with that? We'll just tell her it's a purely physical relationship. She'll have nothing to worry about then, Brosmir."