Hunter

Hey Guys! Two for one deal today! See Ch. 5 for my formal apology and such (I thought I posted this teeny snippet weeks ago, sorry, they're both little but, I think, lovable).

Ja'far

Ja'far was so confused. He didn't know how to take this purple buffoon. Who the hell stole food from a goddamn dragon?! He had to be a total moron – but, Ja'far had to admit, he sure did make things interesting. To be honest he'd gotten bored of his assassin life. How entertaining could life be after all, when all you ever do is kill without so much as a struggle? At least with this Sinbad fellow he was entertained. And there was something about him – he wasn't exactly sure what – that seemed to draw Ja'far to him; like a gypsy moth to the roaring heat of a forest fire. Ja'far almost wanted to join Sinbad in his crazy adventures.

What were these thoughts? The snowy wolf couldn't leave the organization – he didn't know how for starters. How did one go about telling a group of evil, insane, killer sons of bitches to stick it up their ass? However, he truly did feel an almost imperceptible pull toward the amethyst wolf. All of this was running through the white pup's head while he laid down to rest – he restrained the urge to sigh. Dammit. What was he supposed to do? Not that it mattered in this moment, he thought, hoping that the crazy wolf didn't run away while he slept – it would be so annoying to have to chase him down again.

Sinbad

Sin grinned as the pup fell asleep – for some reason he couldn't get enough of looking at the smaller wolf. He wanted to spend the rest of his life looking at him – what the hell!? Five minutes ago the crazy whelp was trying to kill him! Where the hell did he get around thinking something like that!? UGH! How hard did he hit his damn head!? Whatever, it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting to the bottom of this. He really didn't think the small wolf was going to kill him – at least not anymore. But the fact still stood that someone had hired an assassin to hunt his ass! Who could it be?

He shifted up from the ground and slowly walked around the clearing, trying to shake the probable concussion from his addled mind. Who? He flopped back down into the dirt and buried his head in between his paws. Off in the distance he could hear crashing as Drakon moved through the forest back to his cave. The violet wolf sighed, once more absentmindedly staring at the snowy furred youth; it was going to be a long day.