05-19-2019, 02:42 AM
Gus was still grounded, no matter how quickly their healing rate was compared to most animals, a broken bone took time to heal, and longer still when they had to re break it. it hurt less, pinned up to their side in a makeshift cast to hold it: vines encircled their entire left flank- wrapping around the wing and under the other to keep it steady. It hurt less, but the dull throb of each movement they made was just enough to give the beast a bit more of awareness.
As much as Gus promised to pay the Pitt back for fixing' up their wing. They were still- aloof. The jungle was too humid for the wolf who was too used to being alone. They stuck to the desert mostly, with little care for most of the jungle or it's inhabitants. Argus was used to the desert, the quiet, the sands would always be their home no matter which clan it belonged to.
Of course, this didn't mean they didn't keep an open ear towards the jungle. Hushed conversations and private words were ignored, but the fresh scent of wind and the smaller high pitched voice of a long lost son still caught up to the wolf- was enough to grab their attention and priority both: Killua.
They were slow to aprach, careful of jostling the wing tied closely to their side, slow measured steps that brought Ky and Killua both into sight. Red eyes flickered between the two- assessing, the conversation and expressions in a manner that had been missing from the lax wolf Kydobi found at the border. "Good to see you're back in the clans, Killua. Picking for information no less, nothing new hmm?"
it took restraint to keep their tone level when they spoke. Face a stoic mask around the jaguar and serval both. Argus had loyalty to the clan that was helping them for now, but they never much cared for politics, for secrets so easily spread like wildfire within the rest of the clans. Killua- Killua was here, safe and away from the tiger. Which was good, when he went missing after the initial fight- argus had been- worried.
"I'm glad you're- okay."