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“There we gö! Enöugh rabbit jerky to last until nöön!” Wigfrid jokes, a short laugh is what answers. She looks over to her shared bed,and bore witness to a deflated Willow.
“Are yöu going tö be alright,firefly?” Wigfrid calmly inquires.
“I'll try to be,Wigfrid..” Wigfrid huffs at her loves dreary response.
“What exactly are yöu worried aböut,Willöw?"
“Just..” Willow starts “Just thinking about those fucking shadow snake things.Who knows if they'll stay underneath the damn ground?"
She continues "Those things gave Wicker,Winnie and Max trouble,and who knows if they're just getting stronger with time!” Willow wildly waves her arms in frustration.
“I just don't like that we don't know,Wigs!” Wigfrid moves to sit next to Willow on their bed.
“I understand..but yöu must recall they were önly caught öff guard,and yöu knöw Maxwell’s nöt the ströngest,and they still göt öut easily! They are merely new nuisances,firefly!”
Wigfrid rubs Willow's arm for comfort,and emphasis.
“Maybe you're right..” Willow huffs in exhaustion,and turns to lay on her side,holding herself “Just wanna burn their stupid scarfs while they wear ‘em..”
"I knöw..hey maybe I'll bring öne höme as a thröphy för yöu! Then yöu can happily burn it för Belenus tö adöre!”
Willow finally lets out a real laugh as Wigfrid feels comfortable enough to continue packing.Willow bites her nails as she watches quietly.
“You better! I'm holding you to that!” Wigfrid only laughs as a response before patting Willow's side affectionately.
Wigfrid's backpack thumps onto the ground as she searches for the last of supplies.
“Willöw, have you seen my canister?”
Willow,from her spot on their bed, answers by shaking the canister like a maraca.
“Ah! Thank yöu,dear!” Wigfrid appreciates before quickly packing the last of her things.
"I still got a bad feeling about this hunt,Wiggy..You sure you guys need to do this?” Willow worries with slight annoyance.
“Dön't yöu fret my dear Phöenix. Wörse cömes aböut,I'll just be carrying Wölfgang like he's a wee baby!” Wigfrid attempts to reassure a very fidgety Willow,who gives a tired laugh of a laugh as a response.
This,unsurprisingly,does not satisfy the warrior.She grabs Willow by her upper arms,and looks Willow in her eyes.
“I'll be alright,Willöw.We need all we can get, and I'm möre than happy to take döwn a few measly meat beasts!” Wigfrid's usual booming voice was dampened to a more calming tone.
“Yöu have nöthing tö fear my dear!” She finishes by pulling Willow into a warm bear hug,which Willow sorrowfully accepts.
“Fine..fine..just please be back soon..please..”
“We'll try öur best.” Wigfrid starts rubbing Willow’s back.
“We will try..” after a few minutes of holding the other close,Wigfrid finally lets go,leaving Willow to flop down onto her pillow.
After Winona had informed the camp of these new strange shadowy creatures attacking them in the underground,just about everyone has been worrying over the implications of these newer threats.Willow herself might as well be losing sleep. Still survival must be kept up,and with winter now in the rear view mirror,it was time to fill up on lost supplies.
Wigfrid approaches the flap of their tent before turning back to Willow,and giving a soft smile. “See you söön,Firebug.” Willows sits up and hugs herself.
“I hope so,Wiggy.” With this,Wigfrid turns and leaves the tent.
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“Spears.Check.Helmets.Check...hmmm.-”
Wilson opens his pack to confirm something he's checked twice already,still he insists.
“-Lantern and plenty of blubs.Check!”
Whistling no particular tune,Wilson makes his final preparations,taking time to pet Chester.
“Who's a good boy? Yes,Chester! Yes you are! Oh what a good boy!”
Chester's excitement grows with every pet.He never lets Wilson cease his affection,even trying to jump into the crouching man's lap. His panting mixes with Wilson's laughter. Wilson swears if Mr.Otto Van Chesterfield had a tail it'd be going crazy right now,but due to the lack of it,Chester instead wags his body.
With his back to the tent flap,Wilson doesn't notice a content Maxwell lovingly staring at him.Maxwell takes in the sight for a little while longer,before disturbing the moment.
“Leaving so soon,love?” Maxwell reluctantly asks. Wilson quickly turns to face Carter, Chester held in his embrace.
He hums in acknowledgement before rising to his feet,still holding the squirming monster.
“Someone has to be there if those two get careless. The last hunt almost ended up with an insane Wigfrid eating the fresh corpse. Thankfully the darn pan flute worked!”
Wilson pets Chester as he speaks,Maxwell's hand soon joins his own.
“Are you sure you don't wish to take him with you?” Maxwell tries to stall.
“I'm sure.Between all our packs we should have enough room for ten koalefents! Besides..Someone should be keeping you company!” Wilson jests as Maxwell lightly shoves him. “You can't deny you love him!”
Maxwell humphs in protest,all the while Chester tries to grab out to him,craving Max's affection.
“He's your favorite,and you know it!”
Wilson then holds Chester like one would a plush doll,and playfully pushes him into Max.
“Come on now admit it!”
“The day I admit to such a lie is the day you admit to loving those bloody stuffed fish heads!” Maxwell argues with exaggerated anger.Wilson gasps in faux shock.
“Dont you DARE compare him to those nasty things!” Wilson shudders in genuine disgust before he pulls Chester into himself and covers Chester's ‘ears’.
“You're just jealous he gets all the kisses he wants!” Wilson makes a point in showering the furry little guy with kisses in front of Max.
“Why I never!” Max holds a hand to his chest in a pompous manner.
The faux anger quickly washes away as the laughter escapes the two men.
Chester is finally released,and uses this to plop onto his own bedding, falling asleep instantly.
While the two continue to laugh,Maxwell moves to pull Wilson into a hug.
The cozy giggles make way to a calm quiet.
“..Seven days…” Maxwell reminds,a hint of sadness drops into his tone.
“I'll be back before you know it,Max!” Wilson tries to reassure.
“Then we'll all have a delicious feast! Maybe some surf n’ turf if someone goes wobster fishing.” Wilson feels Maxwell haughtily sigh.
“If I must do all the heavy lifting..” Wilson giggles at Maxwell's jest.
“You poor poor man..” Wilson's warm sarcasm makes Max smirk,even while he's still laying on Wilson's shoulder.
The two let go,but not before leaning in for a goodbye kiss,Maxwell uses this to playfully squeeze Wilson's rump. “!-Cheeky bugger.~”
Wilson flirts before finally releasing his hold.
Maxwell almost attempts to pull him back in.
Wilson grabs his pack,and quickly equips it.
“Well..off I go I suppose..” “..Yeah..” Maxwell moves out Wilson's way,letting him hesitantly leave.Before Wilson leaves the tent,he quickly turns and runs into Max,holding him tightly.
Maxwell immediately reciprocated.
“Okay..now off I go.” Wilson reluctantly accepts and makes his way out of the tent.
Maxwell's left forlorn.He then feels something rubbing against his pant leg.Looking down,he sees the orange mutt lovingly shaking onto him.After a moment,Maxwell kneels down,his knees already in disagreement, and carefully pets Chester's tuft of hair.
“Slobbering mutt..You are a little cute..”
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“My Solnyshko, it's okay! Wolfgang shall return! No need for tears!” This doesn't make Wes relinquish his hold on Wolfgang's chest.
“There there Sladiky!” Wolfgang attempts to gently rub Wes's back in comfort,this makes Wes squeak like a balloon as he tries,and fails,to hold back his squeaky sobs.
“I see that we are carrying a straggler!" Wigfrid bellows out. Wolfgang's deep laugh shakes the teary clown. Wigfrid pats Wolfgang's sturdy shoulder.
“Everything alright,bröther?” Wigfrid worries.
“Yes..Wolfgang is just not ready yet.”
Wigfrid responds with a smile,and by rubbing Wolfgang's shoulder.
Wolfgang nods at her then holds Wes closer.
His tears do soon subside,and Wes finally relents his hold on Wolfgang's chest,and his hands slowly attempt to sign ‘Safe..Travel’
“We shall,great clown!” Wigfrid answers,beaming with confidence. She pats Wes's shoulder to ease him.Before Wes walks back to camp,he stands on the very tips of his feet,and plants a kiss on Wolfgang's cheek.
“See you soon,Lyubimiy.”
“Bye bye, my comedic ally!” The two warriors let their tidings known.As Wes passes by an approaching Wilson,Wilson signs his departure.
“There you are,egghead!” Wolfgang calls out.
“Yes. Sorry about that. Webber and Wendy tried to pull me into their latest tea party. I got away after feeding my plate to ‘Oscar’.” Wilson sighs with little actual exhaustion.
“Öh they tried that ön yöu töö? Aye, pöör Wendy kept trying to fill my tea cup,höping I'd stay.Götta admit,I almöst stayed för the cookies.Even a great warriör enjöys a sweet ör twö!”
Wolfgang lets out a hearty chuckle “Alright friends,the day will not last forever! Onwards!”
“Aye! Make hast men!” Wigfrid runs ahead of the two,leaving them in her dust.
Wilson jokingly sighs before following Wolfgang's lead.
A Scotswoman,a Russian man, and a British egghead,all ready to hunt koalefents to extinction.