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[canines]

SENT: 10:57 PM
You're a wolf.

[ She hasn't decided yet. ]

[knucklebred]

SENT: 11:03 PM
And you're a virgin.

[ Decide quick, little blue-eared wolfchild. ]

[canines]

SENT: 11:04 PM
Careful.

[ Or she will gore you again with her bare hands, Becket. ]

[knucklebred]

SENT: 11:08 PM
Not your puppydog.

[ Oh, please do. With your real hands, this time. ]

[canines]

SENT: 11:10 PM
Yet.

[ She might not be a wolf through and through but she does have it in her to make you her bitch, Raleigh. ]

[knucklebred]

SENT: 11:13 PM
Ambition is good.

[ He'll make you work for it, then. Take the wildness right out of him, or crush it under your feet - he doesn't care. If you have what it takes to fetter a wolf, he'd love to see you try. ]

[canines]

SENT: 11:16 PM
Is that why you called?

[ This is why Raleigh Becket is dangerous. He gets a rise out of her and he raises her hackles, makes her want to taste blood and fur when she should cling to blunt nails and small, human teeth. ]

[knucklebred]

SENT: 11:17 PM
Your man's the one who wants something from me.

[ Pentecost doesn't like it when his men go around him to get what they need - which is exactly why he's texting Pentecost's wolfdaughter tonight, instead of the PPDC-assigned control officer. They pulled him out from the wild, and he's not going to make them forget that.

Even if it means cutting into the wolfgirl that wants to be a lady. ]

[canines]

[ They pulled him out of the wild, and Mako Mori is the last person to ever forget that. Raleigh represents all of the things she's spent the past ten years trying to swallow down, the part of herself that would probably be long gone already if it weren't for Chuck and his baby canines and that adolescent howl of but you'll die if you do. At the time it hadn't mattered to Mako whether it meant the difference between eternity in a wolfskin or a lifetime without.

She'd been young and convinced she was in love with a wolfboy. And she'd wanted to stay with him forever. ]

SENT: 11:21 PM
And you're the one who wants something from me.

[knucklebred]

SENT: 5:15 AM
Want cuts both ways for us wolves. Did your dog not tell you that?

[ The dichotomy of wolves - Pentecost wants him, offers Raleigh the choice to make pack. Raleigh wants— something, maybe a pack, maybe not. It could be the girl, it could be the boy, it could be the weathered wolf that knows what it's like for his pack to die on his watch.

It could be the reminder of what he's turned his back on when Yancy died in the water, just months away from completing their turn, but hindsight is only so useful when you can't do anything about what you're looking at, and the facts that remain are: that he's damaged and feral, that he's twice a wolf and half a man, and that he's going to die regardless of what he chooses.

Even if he doesn't choose.

If a wolfgirl thinks she can take him on, who's he to stop her? ]

[canines]

SENT: 11:36 PM
No.

[ Mako doesn't have a snappy answer or a witty comeback because that is the long and the short of it. Pentecost is her father, not her dog, and he's spent the past decade trying to help Mako mould herself into whatever images she's chosen for herself — even if that image is one of bit back teeth and curled in claws, of three quarters girl and one quarter wolf (that last quarter see-sawing back and forth between completely shut down and utter abandon.

Being around Raleigh throws her off-kilter and there's more than a little bit of Mako that resents him for that. That's part of why she wants to best him, to prove to him (and to herself) that she's more than just animal instinct; but in order to do so, she has to give in. She has to become the one thing she's tried all the years not to evolve into.

(For the longest time she was convinced that it made her lesser. But when she's around Raleigh and they're all snapping teeth and sharp sentences, it somehow doesn't feel lesser at all.

It feels good.) ]