[center]“Certa parvulus.” Was what left his mouth, his arms lifting and removing his outer jacket. Tossing it on the chair with little care, he proceeds to roll the sleeves of his crimson shirt until they reach his elbows. His arms then reach up to his hair, his hands easily tying his hair without a hair-tie. A sigh leaves his lips and for a moment, Kieran debates on if they should go out into the heated patch of grass or not. He decides that yes, that would be a good place. 

Turning he moves towards the glass doors, opening the two before him with a tug. Warm air wafts into his face but he pays it no mind, he half-turned to face his first fledgling. She really was a beautiful person and he had left her bitter with his absence, he'd do as she asked and fight back. Stepping out into the grass, Kieran glances up to the cloudy sky and wonders briefly if it would snow once more. He vanishes the thought and turns to his fledgling, his stance shifting to one on the defensive. 

His eyes bled silver and his lips pulled into a half-smirk that didn't feel too forced. Hopefully after this he wouldn't feel so hollow and raw inside, and sleep might help as well. His lips parted and he spoke a nickname that seemed to fit his fiery fledgling. “Come my Ardentis.” He stated with a nod of his head, the term of endearment slipping past his lips easily. 

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They came to a halt when the smell of rotting flesh and blood met their collective noses. The wolves took off and Ynez stepped between them her hackles raised. Ryanair stilled and he felt Esther doing the same at his side, both vampires waited and were rewarded with a sharp bark up ahead. Ynez took off and both followed,  the wolves couldn't get any closer and the bark had sounded both uneasy and worried. Werewolves were something Ryanair had only read about in books, though now as he followed the Alpha and reached her pack he could remember the paragraphs he'd read with crystal clear clarity. 

The body was decayed and seemed to have been for awhile, neither could tell what gender was but the wolves could. Ryanair moved forward and settled a hand on Ynez’s white head, the Alpha snorted and nudged his palm with her nose. “How long?” He asked and Ynez answered by lifting her left forepaw and tapping it against the snows surface. Eight days and with the way the wolves were sniffing the air and keeping a fair distance from the body, Ryanair could guess a wolfsbane spike was near. 

A grey-black spotted wolf moved forward and Ryanair watched as Ynez snapped her maw. The wolf stilled and lowered it's head, Ryanair remembered then the difference in size between male and female wolves. Esther tugged on his arm and he glanced at her, she shook her head and gestured for them to move away. Several barks filled the air and the tension snapped as the wolves leapt forward and away from the trees. 

They couldn't do anything and the body would decompose further anyway. Offering his arm, Esther laces her arm through his and he takes the hint. The wolves circle them once more though pairs begin play-fighting once more as they continue to walk. [/center] 

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