<u><i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99ff">Saoirse</span></span></span></i></u><br/><br/>Saoirse watched as the pack started off on their first official run with the Alpha and Luna. She wasn’t old enough to go and was slightly thankful for it. She did not want to disappoint them with her inability to keep up. Hopefully tomorrow Jaymus could help on her way to becoming less disappointing. As she watched them disappear into the treeline, Marco’s voice interrupted her thoughts.<br/><br/><br/>"I'm guessing you're not old enough to join the pack on the run, huh? Why aren't you with the other pups down by the pool? I'm sure they've snuck some alcohol down there...seems like a good time..."<br/><br/><br/>Saoirse always thought that Marco’s voice sounded like maple syrup. It was thick, rich, but also sticky and annoying to work with, much like the rest of him. He always caused trouble and never seemed to care about anyone else. He was similar to Jaymus in only the fact that they both trained so hard, in every other way he was his opposite. They had almost no interaction other than the occasional disruption in the kitchen. She swore that every time she saw him he had a new tattoo, she was slightly intrigued on why he felt the need to mark himself so much.<br/><br/><br/>“I don’t drink. So I wouldn’t be much fun.” Saoirse tried to avoid eye contact with him. She tried to watch the treeline and see if she could still make out the pack but they were long gone. Marco gave her a strange look as she said that she didn’t drink, but didn’t say anything.<br/><br/><br/>“Why aren’t you out on the run?” She knew he was old enough and didn’t think he would want to miss out on showing off. However, it was becoming pretty clear that he had no intention of going anywhere. Unfortunately, it seemed he was content sitting across from her.<br/><br/><br/>“It doesn’t matter much to me, I guess…” He shrugged. While he didn’t care much who saw him displeased, saying anything out loud that was disagreeable with the new Alpha would put him at risk of being exiled.<br/><br/><br/>Saoirse didn’t think it would be a good idea to press the matter. Every member of the pack presumed he would be the new beta, but Cyrus had picked Preston instead. There was a lot of gossip about his reasoning but no one dared to challenge him on it. Maybe it was Marco’s clear bad boy persona.<br/><br/><br/>As Marco took another bite of the sandwich, he sighed and smirked at her. “So what did you think of the festivities?”<br/><br/><br/>Saoirse kind of laughed to herself. He must really dislike Cyrus if he is sitting here making conversation with me instead of going on the run, she thought. “Everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves. Did you have a good time?” Marco only laughed at her question and smiled bitterly.<br/><br/><br/>“A good time watching someone else run off with my job? Nah...but now that they’re gone at least I can eat all their food….”