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[28 Jun 2009|09:54pm] |
Jocelin could, at the very least, make himself useful. He was profoundly out of place at Wolf Haven given the fact that he was a hunter--used to be a hunter. Well, he hadn't decided if he still really considered himself a hunter or not yet. One didn't simply unlearn the things they knew, and they certainly didn't forget the happenings that could put them on the path Jocelin had walked. But one thing Jocelin did know was that hunter or ex-hunter, he was putting a lot of the werecreatures at Wolf Haven on edge, and he wanted to do all he could to fit in. Driving into town and picking up food orders was always welcomed, so he found himself doing that frequently.
This evening, he was at the grocery store, piling things into the cart and ignoring a few strange looks from passerbys who thought it was odd for such a twig of a man to buy so much food. Lingering in the meat section, Jocelin wrinkled his nose at the wash of red beef that drifted into lighter colored meats as he walked. He was not a big meat eater for the soul reason that he'd seen wolves devour a live animal before. A steak had never been the same since.
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