Loggman Jack couldn't remember how that lovely scene ended. Well, he did, but the fact that they still had to go seperate ways after everything, was what he thought wasn't fair, so he decided he'd remember it as him holding Lyya and staring at her sweet eyes.
Jack smiled at that for he loved his decision.
"Smart."
The wolf just wanted to feel happy about something. All these sadness and emotions was something new and quite different to him.
Sitting at Authur's apartment next to the bed, Jack's back rested against it's edge with one leg up, and the other down.
He gave a glimpse at the bottle of alcohol by his corner. As much as he had agreed to resist it, the damned thing still called unto him, loudly, and he would've want to tell himself that he didn't know how it kept on coming closer to him-when he actually did.
He stared up at the ceiling with thoughts filled with so much.
After a while of silent-staring, Jack now gave out an ironic laughter, as he suddenly became aware of himself. He realized how he felt and what he had been thinking.
"So crazy". A voice said, deviating his attention. It was his human friend, Aurthur, who had been staring at strange looking Jack, who had his eyes gazing into space.
Aurthur, who was human, had a slight different personality from his the two wolves he called friends.
It wasn't really a big difference, since they all went partying and loved talking and having fun with the ladies, but Aurthur was like the younger one. He was just a bit wild.
Well, who wouldn't after being so close to those happy wolves for years?
But he was kind of the less extreme version of the others.
He was quite mundane at times, when not having his two pals around. That was Aurthur. And the story of how he became aware of the existence of werewolves, was a story for another day.
"You look dead mate. If you want to go see the girl, then you should."