Samuel's muzzle stayed pressed against the cold stone floor as most the commotion passed. His mind was at ease this way. Ignore the subtle banter,  focus on sounds of tiny owls hooting, and various creatures slithering under the remaining thin layer of snow, and get lost in thought. He slinked by to his little room like a child. Surely, he wouldn’t be noticed much.<br/><br/>Morning arose  much too soon. His naked human flesh was shaking from chills seeping through the wall. Clothes rested in the corner in a pile.  A hand raked through his almond hair in near confusion. How did his clothes get in the corner? He had a chest that was used for stashing items, and clothes. Typically, the rocks in the cave like room were left empty aside from a blanket and pillow. If everything was stashed away, it made for peaceful sleeping. A habit gained from back when he was selling drugs for a living.<br/><br/>The clothes that should have been on his back after shifting back to a human were torn and ripped into tiny pieces. Not that it mattered. Another pair of clothes would appear next time. He got busy throwing on a  lose T-shirt, and Demi designer jeans. A few of the treasures gotten on his trips to the city for the pack.<br/><br/>Others were already crawling out of their rooms. Somber. After yesterday, the feelings of loss would not just disappear. No. The claws will see vengeance with not just violence. He slinked over to the fire that was engrossing the cave with light. Food was handed out, but he could only muster enough need to scarf down half of his breakfast. His emerald eyes reflected the flames of the fire. If his anguish could amount to violence , the pack would have enough food to live for years.<br/>Words echoed inside his head from the past.<span style="font-style: italic">" You are like me Samuel. I promise you will see. " </span>Her lies rested within his head. If he had known she was apart of claws back then. Would he have followed her blind like a puppy? Where would he be? Would he have become a pompous ass of the claws? Questioning himself would do no good in this situation. His choice was made. His loyalty would remain strong with Aiden.<br/><br/>“I think it is time that we shake some of the dust from our bones and shake out our coats,. “Whose up for  a bit of chase the bunny?” His head turned to look at Aiden. Her thick locks of hair fell in wild waves  down her back, and hazel eyes glanced around them. What  was she thinking? A ferocious grin spread across his lips. Hunting. A hunting game. Should he volunteer to be a bunny? Would the outfit even fit his wolf form? It definitely wouldn't fit his tall- slender frame. A chuckle escaped his lips. The white ears, and little white suit would surely look good on the women.<br/><br/>“I um…guess I will be the bunny…not like any of you can catch me…”<br/><br/>" I could probably beat you, with your balls squeezed so tightly. Do you think you'd even be able to breath? Imagine, yourself running in that...I'm pretty sure the bunny hat would be the only item not torn. God, I would probably keel over and die from the tightness.  " Samuel was the first to  accept the challenge of chasing the bunny. If anyone could outrun Eidhin, it was him.<br/>“So... have you figured out a solution to the balls problem?”<br/><br/>" I think we could cut off the part that's supposed to wrap around them. You know, leave his balls available.  But, If we are actually wanting some humor, I wonder what  he would look like one of those; a  carnival actor  that grew too fat for their old uniform?"  His lips pressed against a cup of Joe. Coffee is apart of  survival.<br/><br/>Samuel glanced at Tyler for a second before looking back at Thomas. " So, should we pick groups. The first group to get the bunny wins, and then they have to play the first one to blink is the bunny? Or something of the sort. I mean, I'm pretty sure David wouldn't fit in the uniform either. His abs would break it when he flexes, or his balls would tear It apart too. Better suited for a woman.."