Post by Orca on Jun 20, 2012 2:19:37 GMT -5
The lycan hugged Willow back, not saying anything. What was there to say? They were wolves, they didn't need to go on and on in human tongue to express gratitude or excitement. He simply gave her another blithe look before turning back to Protégé, who offered him his bottle. Orca didn't need to take a sniff to know it was alcohol, and against his better judgment... he declined, with a shake of his shaggy brown head. Yeah, a drink would feel super good, especially after all that fighting business, but it was better to abstain, at least for the moment.
He mimicked Protégé, tilting his head to one side in a manner that came out a bit more wolfish. "I was kidding, but if you want..." He actually considered it for a moment, expression thoughtful before it turned back to its usual goofiness. "You ain't actually have to be one of us, though of course that would be awesome. Great hunting, awesome friends, and of course, goddamn superpowers, or whatever." He left out the bit about the whole 'losing your magic' part; tch, who even wanted that shit, anyway? Besides, if Protégé was being serious, he'd know what he was going in for. "Kidding, I'm kidding. You can be an honorary pack member, or whatever."
Orca gave the coyote his biggest, sweetest grin, the one that generally sent dudes and/or the rare chick to their knees. Underneath that, he was scheming -- having a wizard on his side could be very helpful, in a pinch. And who was to say he had to stop at one? He was sure there were plenty of other lycan-friendly magic-users that would love to help an endangered species out. Too bad he didn't have goddamn witchcraft to actually bind them to him; for now, puppy-dog eyes would have to do.
He mimicked Protégé, tilting his head to one side in a manner that came out a bit more wolfish. "I was kidding, but if you want..." He actually considered it for a moment, expression thoughtful before it turned back to its usual goofiness. "You ain't actually have to be one of us, though of course that would be awesome. Great hunting, awesome friends, and of course, goddamn superpowers, or whatever." He left out the bit about the whole 'losing your magic' part; tch, who even wanted that shit, anyway? Besides, if Protégé was being serious, he'd know what he was going in for. "Kidding, I'm kidding. You can be an honorary pack member, or whatever."
Orca gave the coyote his biggest, sweetest grin, the one that generally sent dudes and/or the rare chick to their knees. Underneath that, he was scheming -- having a wizard on his side could be very helpful, in a pinch. And who was to say he had to stop at one? He was sure there were plenty of other lycan-friendly magic-users that would love to help an endangered species out. Too bad he didn't have goddamn witchcraft to actually bind them to him; for now, puppy-dog eyes would have to do.