exsiliumlogs | In their surface, see two young savage things

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In their surface, see two young savage things

Date & Time: Sunset, Dec 17th
Location: Outskirts of the winter wonderland
Characters: Isaac (

painedintheballs)
Summary: Isaac and Peter have their first full moon since coming back from the moon.
Warnings: Gruesome transformations, nonsexual nudity

It's been getting to him all day. The warm, unsettling feeling- the vibration, the warmth under his skin. He's restless, and so is Peter, but it's nowhere near the sensation that was there while on the moon. He can endure this intensity.

Still, it needs to be endured elsewhere. Peter may have gotten the two of them adopted by the natives, but that doesn't mean that any of them would be pleased to find that they'd taken in two werewolves into the fold. Kind or not, Peter and Isaac are still two supernatural creatures, and as long as they're taking their refuge away from the initiative camps, they'll need to hide what they are. Isaac can do that on a full moon, can pull back his wolf and force it to stay under his skin.

Peter can't.

So, it's with a little sigh that Isaac leans over to tug at Peter's sleeve about a half hour till daybreak, yanking him a little closer and nodding toward the front door.

"Ready to go?"

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Considering that Peter's human meatsuit is what he's getting off Isaac's hand, he doesn't really have much room to be squeamish about what Peter's recently eaten. Once Isaac's hand is clean enough to go back into his glove, Peter nods, tail wagging shallowly. Yeah, it helped. Then he tilts his head with a soft, inquiring whine. Maybe he means are you okay or maybe he means what in the fuck, Isaac, but either way he's obviously not upset about it.

He is, however, going to take a moment to roll in the snow and then shake off again. This gets the last off the blood off him and has the side effect of being hilarious. By the time he stands up his face is covered in a coating of white powder, which he tries to snort away without much success.

Isaac finds himself laughing a little softly at the whine, before taking another step back as Peter rolls off in the snow. It succeeds in getting the blood off, but- now he's cold and wet and Isaac is definitely not up for cuddles with cold, wet dog. He didn't sign up for that part.

"I never told you I could do that?" And Isaac knows damn well that he didn't, but at least he has the good graces to shrug. If a flush hits his cheeks- well, it's cold outside. "Yeah. Part of what I am- I can take pain away from people and stuff."

And then a pause, as a thought occurs to him, and it must get a lot colder suddenly because he's suddenly flushing a little darker.

"I... guess it might have been helpful before."

Peter gives a yip of agreement. Knowing that sure would have been useful on the moon, at least for Peter. But that's water under the bridge, the wolf unable to muster much upset about it, and Peter shakes off again. It's cold enough that the snow that settles on his fur doesn't melt--that's the point of his coat, after all, to keep his warmth in and the cold and wet out--so he's not actually as damp as one might expect.

He pads up to Isaac, sticks his muzzle in Isaac's hand and whuffs out a breath that clouds in the air.

Isaac lets out a little chuckle, letting the warmth of Peter's breath warm his fingers until they're limber enough to fit back into his glove. Peter's coat is ruined now, but Isaac isn't quite ready to sit down and cuddle out the warmth quite yet. Instead, he turns his gaze toward the bright moon above them both, his eyes flickering yellow before he blinks it away, idly scratching at Peter's ears.

"Feels better- so much better- than being up there. It's still there, but I can think through it."

Peter nods, either in agreement or understanding, but either way not enough to interrupt the scratching of his ears. If anything, he lifts his head into the touch, since gloves considerably blunt good scratches. Isaac is calmer now, standing bathed in the light of the full moon, than he was half the time even with the bracelet muting the effects of the moon. Some part of Peter that he doesn't look at too hard is relieved, relaxes. His tail wags, slow and pleased, waiting for Isaac to decide what he wants to do. Peter said he wouldn't leave him and he won't. There's not much to smell out here besides Isaac anyway.

Isaac looks down toward Peter for a moment, a little smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. It feels good. Different from the moon- almost different from the moons before it, but Isaac attributes that to just not feeling it for awhile. Whatever the reason, he sighs happily and drops his bag to the ground before nodding for the line of trees.

"How well do you think you can run in this weather?"

Better than you, is what Peter thinks, but he just opens his mouth and grins a doggie grin up at Isaac for a moment before he bolts for the trees.

Isaac's never really seen Peter run. The sharp corners and metal floors of the moon base were an effective hobble, and the only other time he'd changed had been inside as well. But there's nothing but snow between Peter and the treeline, and once he gets going the snow is hardly an impediment.

Isaac's hands are far too warm to do a full on wolf-run so he follows behind Peter, laughing as his weight sinks him too far into the snow to even hope to catch up to the wolf in front of him.

"Hey- hey, are we racing now? Is this a race?"

Peter lets himself skid to a stop in the snow, turns around and barks at Isaac. It was totally a race, and he just won. Then he begins running back, taking a few rabbit-leaps over his own footprints until he gets going again.

As he gets closer, it might get clearer and clearer that this isn't a game of chicken so much as Peter very obviously intending to tackle Isaac if he doesn't get out of the way quick.

Isaac keeps on running at first, before belatedly realizing that Peter isn't moving out of the way. Crap. He tries to move and is promptly bowled over by wolf, tumbling back in the snow with a yelp, trying to push Peter so that the large wolf doesn't fall on top of him.

"-Peter!"

Peter doesn't fall on top of him. He leaps at the right time to hit Isaac with his shoulder, which means that when Isaac falls Peter goes rolling right over him. After shaking off the excess snow, he comes back to flop onto Isaac in an expression of obvious victory. It seems careless and lazily self-satisfied, but he doesn't actually step on Isaac at all in process.

Coincidentally or not, Peter's flopped himself on Isaac in a way that, between wolf and snow, blocks him from a good bit of the night wind.

"Oof."

Isaac wriggles a little, trying to get comfortable, but he has a large wolf laying over him, smooshing him into the snow. It's not exactly a position that comfort can be expected from, really.

"What're you doing?"

Peter whuffs a breath through his nose in Isaac's general direction and stands up enough that Isaac can settle himself more properly before he lies down again. With another sigh, he inches up and settles his head on Isaac's chest and shoulder, blocking the wind and offering the warmth of his breath on the side of Isaac's head. Peter knows charades doesn't work, he'll have to wait for the other werewolf to suss out that there's a lot of fur and wolf between him and the wind.

Isaac lets out a little sound when Peter settles back on top of him, trying to shift a little and at least make himself comfortable with a wolf resting over him. He almost wants to laugh, the scene is so comical- laid out in the snow like this in the middle of the night with nothing but the scent of the wild and the beast trying to keep him warm.

He laughs then, just a little, rolling his eyes and bringing his hand up to scritch at Peter's ears.

"I brought a jacket you know."

Peter takes a moment to give Isaac a one-eyed look of canine distain to communicate what he thinks about the usefulness of jackets versus wolves before he closes his eyes and leans up into the scritches with a pleased sound. If Isaac tries to move again, though, he'll move off of him and wait for the other boy to decide what to do. Peter knows full well that as a wolf his thought processes are simpler, that a lot of human concerns fall away and the world gets sharper and clearer. He's content to sit there and let Isaac rub his ears, but Isaac may have other concerns.

Fine, fine. Isaac will let the wolf mother him against the snow- trying not to think about how his instincts should be alight with the fact that there is a wolf resting on top of him like some sort of stuffed animal. He should be snarling, vicious under the effects of the moon, and instead, Isaac leans back and just closes his eyes, forcing a few deep breaths.

In a little while, he'll get up and prompt Peter to go exploring a little, racing through the trees with laughter and soft howls. For now though, he lays there, letting his eyes slip closed and just relaxes against the snow.

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