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<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Zephyr Lighthill</span></span><br/>​</div>☾    - -<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">With dusk edging on the skyline, the anxieties of dawn started filing into a neglected corner of his head. Although most werekind maintained a typical universal culture, each individual pack often had their own traditions. One that Zeph introduced consisted of Saturday feasts in the evening in order to strengthen affiliation among pack members, and heighten morale. It proved to be a vital asset in his life as well, aiding in his decompression at the end of the week. Neviah was the first person he saw at the picnic tables by the bonfire; the designated area where they held their carnivorous smorgasbord. The raven-haired man greeted her with a nod, quizzically eyeing her meticulous hands as they set the table. It was wrapped in a maroon table cloth, then dressed in an array of plates, wine glasses and silverware. He resisted a simper. "<b>You treat this like a celebrity gala.</b>" He started, his tone ribbing with subtle humor. At times the omega tended to startle, which he hoped wasn't the case here. She peered up at him with unease, her breath hitching into a pause until she realized he was only teasing. Glassy turquoise eyes sparked into those of relief, now playful, even.<br/>
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<i>"It's better to hear what you say when I'm too heavy-handed instead of sloppy and lazy.</i>"<br/>
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"<b>I see your point. It's not a bad thing, after all. Helps everyone else feel swanky for a night.</b>"<br/>
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"<i>Swanky? How old are you again?</i>"<br/>
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"<b>Watch yourself, Skylark.</b>" He chuckled richly, enjoying their exchange. She declared the conversation over after that, likely to restrain herself from crossing any lines. The pearly tressed omega advanced back toward her assigned household, likely to begin carting out the side dishes. The omegas were always responsible for the side dishes. The hunters were responsible for getting the meat. Then those who were skilled in preparing meat for human consumption, as well as seasoning and what not, were the ones that prepared it. Sure it was nice to eat like a wolf. It was also nice to eat like a person in a non-competitive setting.<br/>
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Sunken eyes dark with thought burned against an unwitting tree trunk as he stood, soundless and intense. He'd heard rumors of rogues cursing the woods with their unwelcome paws. Despite sending out sentinels to double mark borders and sniff out anything unusual, they'd turned up nothing. It worried him that things had been so quiet and uneventful. He could have relished it instead, but letting his guard down would be a foolish move. His sense of protectiveness over the pack ran deep. Rooted in the very deepest animalistic instincts of his lupin-blood.<br/>
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The wafting aroma of cooked meat, rich with sweet smoke triggered his salivary glands. He realized two hours ago that he'd neglected his own body again, starving it of any breakfast. His lunch had been pitiful. Two hard boiled eggs he'd stored in the fridge overnight. This food was necessary.<br/>
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Soon enough things were being set and food was being placed Thanksgiving dinner style, with the pack slowly gathering to claim their seats. Zephyr claimed his spot at the head of the table, impatiently watching until all others took seats of their own.</span>