"I never thought our lives would ever be like this, you know..burying a dead, old guy together in the woods," Jyriah quipped as he and Veltar kicked dirt back with their hind legs.
"That sounds terrible out of context..." the wavy-haired wolf replied with a little bit of a growl in his response.
"Terribly hilarious~" Jyriah returned with a toothy grin that acknowledged his sinister humor, but didn't apologize for it.
"I'd normally scold you, but your humor is saving my sanity. I need some sleep...." Veltar complained a little and then sighed hard through his panting as he and his cohort came to the end of their digging.
"You need to get laid...." the coal-haired wolf replied with snark.
"Yeah, we're in the middle of a war and on the edge of doomsday, and you think me getting laid will just help me sleep?"
"Uh, yeah. Doomsday being around the corner and everything is actually more of a reason to bond with Jess if you ask me...." Jyriah led on.
"Stop it. I don't know how she feels about your take on that. Not all of us are horny at the end of the world, Jyr..."
"I mean, yeah not /all/ of us are. I'm just one of them. However, my point remains the same; you need some alone time with Jess like Metas needs alone time with Mandy...hee hee... I still get a delight out of that, and I just don't understand why I didn't think about it sooner. I'm so disappointed I didn't get to come up with it," Jyriah giggled.
"You're the Luna's older brother. You should be slightly more respectful, even if she's your baby sister," Veltar corrected his friend's actions, and was honestly kind of sick of his giggle at every mention of Myranda's nickname - the name given to her by their Alpha.
Plus, the 'doctor' was in a bad mood as it was, so nothing was really funny to him at the moment. He had just wanted to cool himself off - but no. No, he had to find a gasping old wolf, who poofed into a dead one in a snap.
He was tired, even hotter than before, and now he had to do physical labor. He was sour and salty all in one feeling.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll stop when we get back into the mountain, okay? Out here - it's the woods. I don't have many days of this left, okay? I'm not going to disrespect our Luna in front of the kingdom. I don't have a death wish. She'll kill me first, and then Metas would revive me just to have me killed again. I'm allowed to have my immature transition stage, thank you," Jyriah answered with a bit of indignation.
"If you don't start practicing now, you're going to blurt something out at the wrong time and be really, really sorry" Veltar warned in reply.
"Stop being a kill-joy! You should be doctor...uhh... I don't know... Doctor Feel-good..." the red-haired canine returned dismissively.
"Doctor Feel-good?"
"Yeah. Get there, buddy" Jyriah insisted on his last sentence as if any of this conversation made sense.
"Okay. I think we're done digging - and talking. Help me lower this body into the earth respectfully, please. The poor soul is already in hell from your babbling," the kill-joy answered back with spice.
"Aw. Mean. I was being silly. You were just being rude," Jyriah replied with displeasure.
"Seriously. Help me." Veltar demanded flatly and looked at the wolf in his mortal form.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiine." Jyriah groaned, but complied as he and his (pretty much) brother in law lifted and began to lowed the frail body of the stranger who delivered a package to them out of nowhere.
Just as the air was settling into something somber, the peace was shattered by the corpse they thought they were burying as it let out a earth-shattering cry of fear.
Just as anyone would, both of the males screamed in reaction oft he same kind of terror, which sent off a small chain-reaction of the three of them yelling with horrors in their throats and eyes as all of them tried to make sense of whatever was happening.
To one of them, they were being buried alive.
To the other two, they were trying to put someone at peace.
The universe couldn't have possibly come up with a more awkward introduction for this moment than what was just set up.