but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
Oh he’s flat on his ass, but the laugh that leaves him is bright as it is amused and pleasantly surprised as he lifts himself back up onto his feet. And when he does, she’s back to herself, and he dusts himself off from some of the dust and bits of wood shaving from when the place had been put together that hadn’t been completely cleaned up. Varus runs a hand through his hair as he approaches, clicking the disk back in against his thigh. “I think they’d think they were outnumbered.” He says with a hint of mischief in his tone.
“I heard through the grapevine something like that happened in Halo. Perhaps it’s something we can try to implement in our training to smooth out the cracks?” He suggests, casting his gaze over Wessex as he rolls his metal arm out a fraction. “I’ve been holding onto a rather big shift for a while now just waiting for the time to use it.” The information is offered easily, how much he doesn’t plan on taking a bite from anyone until he gets to use the manticore he has stored.
“I heard through the grapevine something like that happened in Halo. Perhaps it’s something we can try to implement in our training to smooth out the cracks?” He suggests, casting his gaze over Wessex as he rolls his metal arm out a fraction. “I’ve been holding onto a rather big shift for a while now just waiting for the time to use it.” The information is offered easily, how much he doesn’t plan on taking a bite from anyone until he gets to use the manticore he has stored.
VARUS
