Blackfeather Woods Longer days, Longer nights

I think a meeting would be in order?

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Bane was just walking towards the specific cache that Burke had chosen to deposit his prey when the stench reached him. The swamps. They were disgusting. Bane had gone there probably once or twice in the whole time he'd been living in the woods, and he avoided it while he could. But he was hungry. And lazy. And Burke had food...

The large Grey that he sighted was one that he had never crossed paths with. Not an odd thing considering that the young Beta had stayed enclosed lately while his battle wounds healed. They were bad, but the pain had decreased significantly. The size of the new member reminded Bane to a comrade he had barely seen in the last couple weeks, Slade the nightmare, were all the people that got into BFW beasts? Was it a requisite? Maybe he'd make it so...

"How can you not throw up when you're smelling like that?" Bane barked, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Bane didn't quite know the man in front of him, but that didn't make a difference; he said what he wanted and cared little about who might hear. Not meaning he meant to be rude... A little blunt maybe.

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