Sable cracked into a toothy chasm of a grin in reply and gave his alpha a wink that would have had the most outrageous car-salesman in Texas weep in envy.<br/><br/>Feeding habits was such a cute way of putting it. Much nicer than that less subtle phrase... what was it again? Hmm... Oh yes... 'begging'. He knew that she knew his game, that he was playing parlour pooch and sitting at the masters feet for scraps, it was just an exercise in creativity. Come up with a good, new excuse each time and, call him a liar, but he was fairly certain the smell of food, thick and sharp in the air was his muse... Today not so much so. He'd come up with some mind-boggling examples over the past few years, even detailed them down to fine art, bonus points for including abstract and dumbfounded notions like use of aliens or Elvis or something, but not today. Pin the blame on current affairs. He'd contemplate them later.<br/><br/>Still... why Kamora let him get away with it in the first place was a bloody mystery. He liked to think that the maniacal, free-executing she wolf had a soft spot for him... or maybe it was just pity?<br/>Eh.<br/>He could live with pity.<br/><br/>Giving her a small nod, he watched her change and slink off, him still wearing remnants of that crooked smirk, mind charting the whereabouts of that letter. You always followed the Alphas most obvious order, in this case that was to hang behind, sign of respect. Hang behind and leaf through the letter. Her body language couldn't have been any clearer on this matter.<br/><br/>Never one for handle turning doggy tricks, she took the most direct route through the door, splintering the woodwork, "Show off," Sable murmured under his breath, an impressed eyebrow raised.<br/><br/>Everything about the Alpha screamed danger, the stark curve of predatory muscle shifting under the waves of her sheer fur, the sharp angles of her shoulder blades, the wicked shape of those jaws-- made for tearing and that's just what they did-- and her eyes. Never before and never after would nature create a pair of peepers shaped and lit up so by adrenaline and wilderness as hers were.<br/><br/>He had no wish to end at the sharp end of<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>her many glittering attributes, that's why the minute she left he took utmost care to stay out of view from the hole in the door whilst he moved to the desk.<br/><br/>Kamora the killer, Kamora the pissed off, Kamora the worried and stressed out. What were the bettings that this letter had nothing or everything to do with it?<br/><br/>There had been a dampened and dark undertone to the household recently, he wasn't sure on much else. Like others he'd assumed the moon was in a funny turn. Whilst the old wives tales held little or no sway on their changing cycle, they had come from somewhere. He'd read up on mental illness as a teen, as most do but become more interested in the stories from the people that worked in loony bins instead-- anyhow, these usually described an influx of unusual behaviours during a full moon.<br/>In a nutshell; they got worse.<br/>.... As did the lycanthropic hungers and reactions.<br/>It was always a nice link he'd chased up in his spare time. It went beyond just a full moon too! Harvest moons, blue moons, Mars moving into Aquarius-- fuck, werewolves and astrology! Who'd have thunk! He'd been ten minutes away from writing in to Mystic Meg in the relationships section of The Daily Times.<br/><br/>Only problem studying it behind closed doors was other environmental factors skewing with results. Take for example; pack mentality. Only one wolf needs to feel off, get sick or injured and the rest unknowingly catch on experiencing a heightened sense of edginess and protectiveness, as far as he'd guessed there was literally a change in hormones released.<br/>... Which looked very much like the guilty party here.<br/><br/>So when they had him at the gallows, reading out his charges, 'Reading the Alphas letter, fraud for food and having ginger hair," he could blame it on group stress, a weird moon and too much orange juice as a kid.<br/>If it was the source of the stress at least it gave him time to think on it before it came out to the rest of the pack, if not, if he started reading and found some stomach churning love letter from a cheeseball or a shopping list or something he'd stop right away-- he just... needed to know.<br/><br/>He prised open the drawer slow and careful, eyes flitting to the door and back.<br/><br/>Alright Sable, you have fifty seconds to remember it. Big test later so don't go forgetting. He read through quickly, taking in the shapes of the letters and sounds of the syllables rather than the information itself, trying to commit it to memory before slipping it back in place--<br/><br/>A screech of growls from outside snapped up his attention and he ducked away from the desk quickly, edging towards the door. Ginger was kicking off, poor creature.<br/><br/>He caught the strength of the blood in the air a moment before Kamora burst back in.<br/><br/>Sable froze, overwhelmed by the rich red stuff, at least until she changed back.<br/><br/>Kamora was staggering, always had been. From the long, bambi-slender shape of her legs, the slight rise of her belly, stretched between her prominent hipbones, the swell of her breast, blushes of colour across the cream skin, full dark hair like the swirl of dark smoke in a bright sky and those, bloody, scary, brilliant, eyes. Sable dropped his gaze to the floor and cleared his throat, addressing her, "Poor ol' Ginge," he looked back up, trying to nail his gaze at face height, "Want me to see to it..?" he nodded at the blood streaking down her side.