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The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

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The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Good morning.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Griffith was surprised. After a brief moment, less than a second of logical thought, he knew that there was no way the shy Scout was propositioning him. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as innocent as an offer of cuddling could possibly be. That doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun. A grin of mischief spread across his face. “My, my, aren’t we forward this evening.” His tone was playful, though his voice was not so loud as to draw attention. “I would be delighted to have your company, whatever your intentions.”

Taking up one of the fish, Griffith looked around at everyone assembled around the fire. Cassandra really knows her music. His ears perked up at Ryan’s question. “Meh. He’s a teacher. Probably not the best in the world, but he could be a whole hell of a lot worse.”

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Griffith smiled and gently placed a hand on Scout’s back. “Everyone’s good at something.” He said in a hushed tone, “ I… well, let’s just say that with my hobbies, a wasp—at least, one that isn’t poisonous—doesn’t really mean much.” He heard Cassandra’s call to eat, and his first instinct was to shout heartily in agreement. While he had no doubt that everyone had seen him and Scout, that would draw eyes and ears their way for long enough to embarrass the poor guy.

That didn’t change the fact that Griffith was getting hungry. “Say, Scout,” he said, only slightly louder than before, “as much as I’m a fan of this, you and I should probably get something to eat before the others inhale it all.”

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

<Snipped quote by Zendrelax>

I know right? I especially hate it when I find them holding cicadas because it's like watching a monster eating a smaller monster

@bravewolfd

At least I learned a bit about them. Helped with my post.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Griffith could only smile wider. “I most certainly do, Scout.” He turned to the smaller man to take the proffered fish, only to see Scout’s horrified expression. He followed Scout’s gaze to the positively giant wasp that had crawled onto his hand. Griffith wasn’t exactly a biologist, but he knew a few things about this one. Cicada Hawk. “If it hasn’t already stung you,” Griffith near-whispered, “then it’s not an aggressive one. Just keep your hand still, and don’t make any loud noises, and it won’t do anything.” While true, he didn’t exactly trust this group to be particularly quiet for a much longer stretch than this, and it was obvious by this point that Scout was terrified of the bug.

Griffith brought his hand, palm down, on top of Scout’s in the wasp’s path. When it crawled its way onto his own hand, Griffith slowly moved it away from Scout and closer to the fire. Now we play the waiting game. Ideally, the heat would convince it to fly away on its own. His nearby friends would probably spook it before that happened, but he wasn’t worried. He knew this wasp wasn’t poisonous, and its sting could hardly hurt worse than a sword to the ribs. Griffith chuckled internally at the memory. John sure was on the ball that day. Padding or no, that hurt. I’ll make sure to get him back for that after we get back into town.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

I just looked up Cicada Killers. Goddamn.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

The Postal Van free of the ditch, Griffith raised his arms skyward and stretched his back. It looked like a few of the others had whatever remained of the situation well in hand, but he resolved to offer help if any turned out to be needed. His gaze traveled up. Dusk’ll be sneaking up on us before we know it. Better remember to get some bug spray before they start swarming. He paused, then grinned. Eh, we’ve got longer yet before we need to worry about that. His gaze traveled downward again, and happened upon Scout. Heh, he’s actually pretty cute. Really nice too. Too bad there’s no way he’s—

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“I’m not a pervert!”

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Alright, that wouldn’t make much sense unless he was interested in guys. Still, whatever he is interested in, I don’t want to scare the poor guy off. Then he heard Scout say dinner was ready. Well that is a pretty little convenience.

Griffith strode on over to the campfire and crouched down next to Scout. “So, what delicacy has the master chef prepared for us this evening?” He breathed in deeply through his nose. “It smells good, that’s for damn sure.”

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Hey Zendrelax, want Scout and Griffith to be in a relationship?

@bravewolfd

I'm all for it. When do you want to get started?

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Griffith laughed, slapping Scout on the back. This threw off his balance in treading water, but he recovered by laying back to float. “Don’t worry about it Scout. It’s only natural to jump when you’re surprised. Especially when what’s surprising you slaps you in the face.” Griffith closed his eyes and brought his hands around under his head. “Though, while I’m sure she’s a wonderful woman, I don’t know how much I look like your mother.” Flashing Scout a smirk, Griffith took a deep breath and rolled backwards, disappearing beneath the waves.

It makes sense, but what was that about being a pervert? Why would he bring… No, could he? That’s not enough to tell, whether he is or not. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Besides, if he is into guys, I’m hardly one to judge. Griffith reemerged a fair bit further off from shore, initially intending to say mention heading for the islands, when he heard shouting from the shore. He looked up to see a postal van in a ditch. Well, that’s no good.

Griffith swam back ashore, though it wasn’t particularly far, and jogged over to where the van was stuck. Ryan and Cassandra were already there. “Sorry about this,” Griffith said sheepishly, “we didn’t pick the best spot to park.” At least nothing, person or vehicle, looked broken. He braced against the car next to the others.