"Mazel Tov!" came the distant, familiar shout of a buttery smooth voice over the phone before there was rustling as Rocky wrapped his arms around Daisy from behind. "Sorry, had to take a break from Unfair FNAF 2. You, me, 'n Mom can head over. Think it's kinda Haze-y time, us three'll be more resistant to it--mated wolves, plus you should be able to leech on mine a little. I'll see if Rache wants to help patch boo-boos and feed people, too--she 'n Terr being misfit packmates 'n all."
Terry pressed his face to the top of Ty's head in silent sympathy, nuzzling a little to leave a hesitant scent mark--it would wash away, but it was more to soothe in the moment than be a mark of possession. It actually helped on his end, too, a little...a more solid reminder that this was real, she was safe, that things were finally correct.
That was when he heard an engine cut out somewhere beyond the walls of the house--he recognized the sound, because he'd been assigned the car last month and they still hadn't cleaned the goddamn spark plugs.
"Sounds like the Cavalry's here." he sighed, kissing Ty's forehead before stepping towards the door. "Blue and green glass bottles in the shower--blue's shampoo, green's body wash. Some herbal cocktail Penny and Rachel Devereaux came up with to kill pheremones and chemosignals faster, helps a little during the Haze when smelling other people on each other makes us pissy."
Penny twisted out of Imogen's grip to instead press right into her arms for a hug, with just a little clinging before she drew back again. It made her feel calmer, saner--everything about Imogen always screamed comfortsafetylove at her in the most maternal way possible, and she still felt a tiny bit like she wanted her mommy, darn it.
"Not hurt, just...argh." Penny replied, the utterance coming out hollow and a little shaky as she stretched one arm out and made a single grabby hand at Asher. "Bloodlust isn't a really comfortable feeling on me, you know? Just...argh."
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Terry pressed his face to the top of Ty's head in silent sympathy, nuzzling a little to leave a hesitant scent mark--it would wash away, but it was more to soothe in the moment than be a mark of possession. It actually helped on his end, too, a little...a more solid reminder that this was real, she was safe, that things were finally correct.
That was when he heard an engine cut out somewhere beyond the walls of the house--he recognized the sound, because he'd been assigned the car last month and they still hadn't cleaned the goddamn spark plugs.
"Sounds like the Cavalry's here." he sighed, kissing Ty's forehead before stepping towards the door. "Blue and green glass bottles in the shower--blue's shampoo, green's body wash. Some herbal cocktail Penny and Rachel Devereaux came up with to kill pheremones and chemosignals faster, helps a little during the Haze when smelling other people on each other makes us pissy."
Penny twisted out of Imogen's grip to instead press right into her arms for a hug, with just a little clinging before she drew back again. It made her feel calmer, saner--everything about Imogen always screamed comfortsafetylove at her in the most maternal way possible, and she still felt a tiny bit like she wanted her mommy, darn it.
"Not hurt, just...argh." Penny replied, the utterance coming out hollow and a little shaky as she stretched one arm out and made a single grabby hand at Asher. "Bloodlust isn't a really comfortable feeling on me, you know? Just...argh."