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InterTWINed In Your Paws (Winterfire x LustfulSins)

Winterfire

Winterfire

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Nov 12, 2020
The young were stared out of the government issue SUV as they drove through the city. To him the buildings seemed endless, and towered high above any buildings he remembered from home. His pack stayed so far removed from the rest of the world that seeing this many people in one area left him awestruck. The agents had informed him that his new 'home' resided at the edge of this busy metropolis. Its back melding into the vast forest that formed a crescent around the city. Not too far into the forest lay a sizable lake, which excited Binji. Other than flying over the ocean to get to Canada he'd never seen much in terms of bodies of water other than small cattle ponds. Everything about this country awed him, making the wolf inside him antsy to get out and run.

Finally, they pulled down a shadowed tree lined road that lead directly to his new pack's home base. He hugged his forest green, back pack tight to his chest, heart hammering against his ribcage. Pale grey eyes locked ahead as the trees spread out into an opening revealing the impressive stone and wood lodge. His jaw dropped open slightly, and his eyes widened. This was his new home? He'd get lost in such an estate as this! The twenty year old wolf jiggled his faded, blue jean clad leg excitedly.

They pulled up to the front of the lodge, slowly rolling to a stop. The two lycanthrope agents got out of the vehicle. The male stood easily six feet in height, broad shouldered, with military cut black hair. He made his way to the front door to announce their arrival. The female agent made her way to first the back of the SUV to get his one large roller luggage, then came around to his door. Binji huddled back into his seat, pale eyes taking in the slender blond. Her hazel eyes held little warmth, and a lot of impatience. "Home sweet home, Itkakos. Come on." He dropped his gaze, unbuckled, and slid out of the vehicle. How sweet this' home' was he'd decide later, but first impressions were stunning. Hopefully those who lived there were equally so.

Never the one to remember names, he wordlessly let the blond agent herd him toward the other agent waiting by the front door. He tugged at his steel blue hoodie down over the tattoos on his hands, and the hood up over his bone white hair. Canada was easily the coldest place he'd ever been, and he loved it. Taking a deep breath he moved in behind the towering man, the other agent stopping just behind on his right. His grip on his bag tightened, tiny spindles of frost spread from his fingertips.
 
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The North Pine pack has been taking in refugees for years, helping set them on the right path until they either officially integrate with the pack, or join up with a passing pack. This city makes a good pausing point for traveling packs, so there's often one or two passing through each week. Recently, the twenty five year old twins of the former alpha have taken over leadership of North Pine pack, under unfortunate circumstances. However, they've done well in the last six months, keeping everything running smoothly. Previously, they had only managed bits and pieces, but now hold full leadership, shared between both young men. And today is a special day.

It's noon when the government vehicle is spotted pulling up the estate's drive. A signal howl from the end of the drive had alerted the twins, Ross and Leon. Both twins are no stranger to new intakes; they've been helping to greet newcomers since they were kids. This is the first time they're taking in someone from overseas. Leon, the more energetic and cocky of the two, is definitely more excited. He rushes Ross down the stairs to the front door, yanking it open before the government official can knock.

The twins are tall, Leon at six foot six, and Ross at six foot four. Both have hair dyed a cobalt blue, their favorite color. Leon is dressed in a light blue button shirt and dark blue jeans, a dark blue scarf looped loose around his neck. Ross is similarly dressed, though his shirt is darker blue, and no scarf. The defining physical feature that sets them apart from each other is their eyes; where Leon's left eye is blue and right eye is brown, Ross' left eye is brown and right eye is blue.

Both young men smile in greeting, though Leon's smile is wider. He's also the one to speak. "Trent, Carrie, good to see you again. And.." Leon pauses to lean and peer around the male agent, mismatched eyes landing on their new guest. "You must be Binji. Welcome to Carthos Lodge! I'm Leon Carthos, and this is my brother, Ross. We lead the North Pine pack as joint alphas." Leon gestures to Ross, who calmly waves.
 
"Mr. Carthos, a pleasure as always. My condolences for your pack's harships." The man bowed his head to Leon, then to Ross. "And this-" He moved to the side just as Leon shifted to look. The younger werewolf gawked up at Leon, arms hugging his bag tighter. Is everyone this tall in Canada? He thought a tad bitterly from his meager barely over five foot height. His gaze flicked between the two brothers, his two new alphas, and inclined in head to each in respect. Agent Trent chuckled, and shrugged at Leon. "He's not much of a talker, but don't you worry none. I'm sure he'll warm up to you."

The blond agent checked her watch, and cleared her throat. Trent glanced at her then his own watch. "Sorry, gentleman. You know we don't usually just up and dump'em on you, but we got a call while on the way here." The dark haired military man gave them a lopsided, apologetic smile. "Well, kiddo, welcome home. These two will make you feel nice and welcome." Grey eyes going wide Binji couldn't believe they were just going to drop him off like a milk run. "Ack, don't look like that you'll be fine. Right, Leo?"

Not sure which one was Leo, the newcomer frantically darted his eyes between the twins. He took note of their eyes, though he knew he'd forget later when it mattered. His skin tingled in the presence of the two alphas. The wolf within him stirred, and he breathed in deep taking in their scents. Everything here smelled like trees, sharp and green. So many things to adjust to. His mind overloaded, leaving him jittery. Binny tugged at his hood again, and took a step back from them breathing deep and even to try and calm himself.
 
Leon grins at Trent, laughing lightly. The twins have known these two agents for years, and Trent always was lighthearted. It made working with them easier."I'm sure he'll settle down in no time. Don't worry about running off, work is work. We can take care of him. Right, kid— hey, are you okay?"

Leon can see Binji getting nervous, and can smell the adrenaline that comes with it. He takes a step forward, but Ross steps in, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back. "Take it easy, Leon. Your overexuberence is scaring him." Ross is the more calm, even a bit reserved, of the twins. As he steps forward, he drops to one knee so he's not so tall. His left forearm rests on his knee, the other arm hanging relaxed beside him. "Hey, Binji? I need you to take another deeper breath. I know this is scary, but we're going to help you, okay?"

Ross slowly reaches out to touch Binji's hand, mismatched eyes watching the boy's face. "You're safe here. Nobody is going to hurt you." Ross offers a smile, waiting for Binji to show he's okay and calm.
 
His eyes narrowed a bit. It was one thing for the much older agent to call him kid, but these two didn't look that much older than him. Though the had the right, they were alphas, they could call him whatever they wanted. The one who kept talking stepped forward. His heart leapt into his throat, and his stomach twisted. Head tucking down he scrambled back a few feet. Binji gripped the sleeves of the hoodie, but lifted his gaze when the other twin spoke.

Heart thrashing he took half a step back as the more reserved of the two stepped forward. He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing once more at the alpha dropping to his knee. They shouldn't do that. They shouldn't kneel in front of me. They are alpha. What are they doing? Binji did as instructed, inhaling deeply then exhaling slowly. His pale grey orbs dart to each of the ones standing then back to the kneeling alpha utterly stumped. These alphas were like den mothers.

"No!" Binji barked, jumping back from the outstretched hand. Frost covered the backpack and a sharp pang shot through his head. Hand going to his forehead, he dropped to his knees bowing before them. "Forgive me, Alpha. I meant no disrespect. But one such as you should not lower him thus for me. You should not dirty yourself, mighty Alpha." The pain subsided while he spoke, and he lowered himself until his head nearly touched the ground.
 
Both Leon and Ross are bewildered by Binji's reaction to his hand being touched, even more so by the boy's words. The frost that covers his backpack is fascinating, but the twins are no stranger to special abilities. Ross looks at Leon, but he shakes his head. Ross is better experienced at handling.. Unusual situations.

Ross sighs quietly. Binji's case file that had been provided by Trent the week before hadn't mentioned anything on the inner workings of the boy's previous pack overseas. Case files never do. That sort of thing is kept private among most packs, and it's not the government's job to dictate how members within a pack are treated by the pack. Clearly though, Binji's had not been the comfortable, loving family the twins had grown up with.

"Binji, I don't know what your pack was like, but here, we are one big family. Everyone is equal. At least, in terms of how each member is treated. Rank still pulls in some cases." Ross doesn't stand up, but he doesn't try to get closer or touch Binji either. "You don't need to bow to us."
 
In the silence that followed his outburst, the younger wolf almost started shaking. Were they so angry that he dared to reject their touch that they couldn't speak? The words that did come rattled him to his core, and jerked his head up. His hood fell back revealing the bone with locks, and tattoos on his neck.

"Family?" The word wasn't unknown to him, even in his native tongue. He'd heard that some packs worked like that, but the concept never clicked in accordance to his upbringing. Slowly he brought himself, but stayed kneeling. Binji frowned and glanced up at the tall agent who nodded with a reassuring smile.

"They're right. You're safe here, and with good people. There's no war here. You don't need to be afraid anymore." Agent Trent squatted, then held out a card. "If you need anything, kiddo. Just call. Okay?"

Binny nodded and took the card. "Yes, sir." Hand curling around the card he drifted his attention down to the calm, blue haired twin. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Alpha."
 
Ross just watches Binji process his words. He's glad to see the boy relaxing, calming. Leon leans casually on the open doorframe, folding his arms over his chest. The motion isn't in intimidation, though, just comfort. Ross breathes a sigh of relief as Binji at least sits up on his knees. His eyes wander a bit, to the tattoos on the boy's dark skin. Leon's overcurious ass is sure to ask about them later.

Being called Alpha gets Ross' attention again. He smiles slightly, shaking his head. Behind him, Leon is snickering. "Just Ross is fine, Binji. We generally don't use rank titles unless we have to pull rank." Ross gets to his feet, slowly, so as not to scare Binji. He holds out his hand again, an offer to help the boy to his feet. "I promise you're safe here."
 
Brow furrowed he stares intently at the calm twin, focusing in on that right blue eye for a moment. Things were so soft here, so laid back. Such a sharp contrast from his homeland that he didn't know how to react. Binji trailed his eyes up as Ross stood, then flinched at the outstretched hand.

"Itkakos, they won't strike you." Voice soft, Agent Carrie stepped away from him and jerked her head at her partner. The man rose as well, stepping back toward the SUV, but didn't leave just yet. The younger wolf glanced around, then sighed. Glad for the space to breathe he took the offered hand. His heart climbed down from his throat in jerky motions, and his stomach calmed.

Nodding, Agent Trent gave the two alphas a salute. "Alrighty, boys lookin' good. We'll head off now and leave you to it. Be good now, Binny boy." He turned, then strode off, his partner nodded curtly to Leon then followed. The dark skinned young man stiffened as they left, and pulled his hand away after he stood. Attention drifting to the left blue eyed one, "So, you are alph-, you are Leon then?"
 
Ross keeps his hand steady, palm open, allowing Binji to grip it himself as the boy stood. He nods to the agents, Leon waving behind him. Sudden movements seem to scare Binji, so Ross is avoiding them. When the agents leave and Binji pulls his hand away, Ross makes a motion for Binji to head into the lodge house.

"I am. Don't worry, with time, you'll figure out which of us is which." Leon grins as he leads the way inside, leaving Ross to close the door behind them. Immediately, he leads the boy in a brief tour. The lodge starts in a spacious front entrance, with two main rooms leading off it, a staircase to the upper floor, and a hall to the back of the lodge and more rooms. "The common room is to the left through the open door. It's quiet now because the lodges handful of residents are out at the moment, but usually it's quite loud in the evenings."

The common room is spacious, a single huge flat-screen on the wall above a stand filled with gaming consoles across from the doorway. Two sofas, a loveseat, and two oversized armchairs make up the seating around a round wooden coffee table. In the right corner is a wood fireplace with a plush rug and large beanbag in front of it, and a bookshelf beside it. The left corner boasts a bay window and window seat with a view out to the front yard.

Leon leads them into the dining room next, the doorway off the right of the entry. A carved wood dining table that could easily seat sixteen takes up most of the space. Chairs are stacked neatly in the corner. Another door leads into a state of the art kitchen, designed to be able to cook for a lot of people. "We hold monthly pack meetings, though usually the dining table is more for the meeting of the higher ranked than it is for eating. If the weather's nice, we eat outside. If not, it's wherever we can find seating in the common room. All food here is first come, first serve, unless there's a name written on it. So if there's something you dont want to share, be sure to label it. The rest of the rooms downstairs are a mini gym, a separate guys and gals shower rooms, and two toilet rooms." Leon likes showing off their lodge, and Ross rolls his eyes when his twin turns to him with a grin. Ross humors him by sticking out his tongue.
 
A small voice urged him to run after the agents, but his feet stayed rooted in place. They'd done their job. Now he needed to stand on his own. To turn toward his new future here in this green land. He reached in deep recognizing the nose tingling sharpness of pine and the richer earthier scent of cedar. Even the earth here smelled different, all the events layering on his tongue. For a moment he stood simply enjoying learning the aroma of his new home.

Blinking, he pushed himself into motion following the more extroverted twin. Leon. His name is Leon. Binji's eyes darted all around him as they made their way through the house. As much as he tried to take in everything by the third room he was lost.

"You have rooms specifically for males and females? Why?" There were so many colors and objects. The vast amount of wood made everywhere he went feel warm, inviting. He felt like he could curl up and sleep anywhere. The twins interchanged expressions so light-hearted that it stunned him. Tripping over his feet he flung a hand out to catch himself.
 
Ross speaks up from behind Binji to answer his question. There's slight confusion in his voice. "For their privacy? For the companionship of the same gender? Of course, there's private bathrooms upstairs for those that don't fall under male or female in terms of how they choose to identify." Leon nods to confirm his brother's words, leading the way back to the entry and the stairs to the second floor.

When Binji trips, both brothers are there in an instant to catch him. Ross catches his hand, Leon's hands catch Binji around the waist, stabilizing him. The touch of both is firm, but gentle. Leon chuckles lightly, an eye row raised in amusement. "You okay there, Binji? Excitement got you forgetting your feet?" Ross scowls at Leon for teasing the boy.
 
"We all used the same shower house in timed intervals." He shrugged, voice bland still not getting why all the special rooms. It seemed a waste to him when the space could be used in more productive ways. The two hadn't mentioned an armory and they made food sound scarce. One must be quick to fight for their piece or lose out. It didn't mash with the splendor of the lodge itself. Perhaps they had skilled craftsmen that built the house, but didn't actually have the cash flow to feed all their people? But the forest looked rich and full of life. Surely there was plenty of prey to hunt.

Still puzzling over everything he didn't pay attention to where he stepped. His eyes more focused on learning the slight differences between the twins than his feet. Hands came out all around him, startling him into tense stiffness. When pain didn't come he lifted wide eyes to the talkitive one. "Your hearts are so light. It is quite distracting. So full of smiles, and playful as pups."

Binji dropped his eyes and shifted his feet to steady himself. "My apologies, alpha. I mean no slight." Gently he pulled his arm free his skin flushed with tiny shiver bumps.
 
Confused as ever, the twins have no idea how to respond to Binji's words. This young man, barely out of his teens, talks like an old war veteran. Trent had passingly mentioned there was no war here, but it's still so strange to think Binji would have been involved in war so young.

When Binji pulls his hand away from Ross, Leon releases his waist. The twins watch the boy a moment, before Ross speaks up. "Binji, remember when Trent told you there's no war here? He was serious. Yes, there's occasionally small disputes between packs, and sometimes within packs, but it's mostly peace. We cherish the peace, and we don't worry about what the next day might bring." Ross smiles at Binji, tilting his head.

When Binji apologizes, Leon laughs, shaking his head. "What did we tell you about calling us alpha? Unless we pull rank over you, as in use iut alpha voices, just call us by name, okay?" Leon leads the way upstairs, and Ross follows behind Binji. "You'll know what I mean when we have to use it, but it doesn't happen often."

Upstairs, the hallway branches left and right. Leon halts at the tip of the stairs and points to the right, though he doesn't head down that way. "There's three guest rooms and a private bathroom that way. Nothing exciting. We usually have between three and five pack members crashing here at any time. Each of those bedrooms have two bunk beds. On nights we celebrate things, more people tend to sleep here instead of going home."
 
No war. For a moment he merely stared, face empty of emotion. Then his gaze roamed around the beautiful room, and listened to the quiet. Yes, this looked the picture of peace. It didn't stink of blood or gunpowder. Holes weren't in the walls, and all was still as if the world were asleep. His eyes stung for a moment as the weight of this truth slammed into him. "I'm truly safe here." Voice barely above a whisper he hugged his bag to his chest again throat tight.

"Apologies. It is a custom that will be hard to break," he paused rubbing a thumb over the back pack strap thinking, "Ros-no..." Mind blanking he bowed his head. "I'm not good with remembering names. Not good at remembering lots of things actually." The wolf followed along at a respectable distance awed by the grand stairs.

Binji nodded as his new alpha explained, then turned toward the other hall. If that hall was for guests would this hall hold a bed for him? Or was he considered a guest? Just because the tall agent had called this home didn't mean it was. "But you two, you live here, yes?" It sounded more like a hostel where people merely passed through. He hoped he wouldn't stay here all alone; he'd never been alone.
 
Leon laughs as Binji nearly calls him by his brother's name. It always takes a few days for newcomers to figure it how to tell them apart. When asked if they live here, Leon nods. "The left wing of the second floor holds our shared bedroom, an office, another private bathroom, and the private bedroom for new intakes who need more space. Like you." Leon leads them down the left hall, pointing out each room.

The office has a large desk as a centerpiece, with a computer and a tall backed chair without armrests. The cords for the computer are gathered in zip ties, and plug into an outlet set in the floor. A lounge chaise takes up the left corner by the door, and the wall to the right is all bookshelves filled with binders labeled with things like pack history, treaties, trade, and members. The wall behind the desk holds a large window looking out at the backyard and the forest beyond. The wall to the right seems out of place, covered in hand drawn sketches ranging from beautiful detail to children's crayon pictures

The bathroom, across from the office, isn't terribly exciting, though the tub and shower stall in this one both look like they could easily fit four people. Leon takes Binji into the private bedroom next. It's done in comforting shades of green, brown, and cream, and though it holds no personal items, it's welcoming all the same. A queen bed, nightstand, dresser, and small corner armchair furnish the room. The window looks out at the forest, just like the office. Ross crosses the room to open the curtains and reveal the view. "This will be your bedroom. The door doesn't lock, but I promise your privacy is ensured. Our bedroom is across the hall. The end door is our father's bedroom." There's a pause, and Ross looks at Leon, who scowls. Ross looks back to Binji. "Please, do not disturb our father. He is.. unwell. His room is off limits."
 
Heat flooded his cheeks, yanking up the hood his shoulders hunched a little. At least he knew he wouldn't live here completely alone. He took a step down the left wing, then paused. "Wait. I get my own room?" Binji whipped around nearly dropping his bag. A bed, that's all he expected, all he'd hoped for. But an entire room? Feet nearly tripping over each other again, he stumbled his way down the hallway after the alpha. With all this stumbling they were going to think him a clumsy fool. Wouldn't be the first people to think that.

He leaned around Leon to peer into the office figuring he wouldn't go in there all that often. It was clearly a place for the alphas to do their work. Not a place for lowly newcomers such as himself. The wall of personal artwork caught his attention though, but he caught himself before he could wonder over for a closer look. He backed away from the impressive office and followed over to the bathroom. "So people do share showers?" Frowning, he glanced over at the quiet twin brows lifted in question.

Off to the next room the younger werewolf stepped into the room in a haze. Pale grey eyes skimming over everything he turned a circle, and stopped to gawk at them. "I don't share this with anyone? You two share a room. Why should I get the privilege?" Binji wasn't worried about privacy, the word almost as foreign to him as well, this entire house. Not understand the dark look that passed between them, he nodded curtly. "Of course. I wouldn't dare disturb a respected elder. Or go against your orders, sir." Without thinking he bowed his head to them. When he straightened he winced, realizing what he'd done, then turned away. A room all to himself. And he'd thought sleeping in his own bed in the same hotel room as the agents was hard. Being completely alone? His arms tightened around his bag, hunching over it.
 
The dark look disappears quite quickly, with Leon shrugging and Ross nodding. "Leon and I share everything. Quite literally. We're twins, and we're more comfortable together. So it just made sense for us to stay in the same room together. As for your room. Most refugees we take in from other packs don't trust us, or anyone in North Pine pack. So we give them their own space where they can hide away when they need to. Same goes for you."

Leon scowls again when Binji calls their father a respected elder, hands curling into fists. Where Ross pities their father for what he's become, Leon hates him for it. He hates that their father abandoned the pack, without even leaving the lodge. Ross distracts Binji from Leon's anger flare up by speaking again, worried the boy's hunching over is because of Leon. "Hey, if you ever need anything, we're right across the hall. It's probably weird to you, but we would rather you wake us up than another pack member. As leaders, we should be the ones to help you solve your problems." Ross gives Leon a wide eyed, 'calm down' look, and the other twin takes a deep breath, letting it out slow.
 
The thorough explanation surprised him a little, but it also pleased him greatly. He understood preferring to be near the people who meant the most to you. Not sure about the whole 'hiding away' part. If he ever hid away it was never alone. Always into someone's arms. Grief washed over him and he swallowed hard. No more of that. For one, they were all pretty much dead, or spread to the wind. For another, he wasn't about to run into some strangers arms for comfort. So solitude. He sighed eyes going to the bed.

Missing the fists, he starts when the quiet one spoke. "I won't wake you." Voice flat he walked over to the chair, and drops his bag onto it. "I won't bother the pack." There was no way he was going to burden his alphas with his piteous issues, or nightmares. They were his problems to handle no one else's. Binji steps up to the bed, hand going out to brush over the comforter. He loved all the greens. Everything here was just so green. Even if the pack never accepted him at least the scenery was paradise.
 
Ross shares an immediate sad look with Leon at the dead tone of Binji's voice. Temporary or not, Binji is a part of their pack now, and they want to be able to help him. But neither twin pushes the subject. Instead, Ross crosses the room to stand with Leon. "Binji, we'll leave you to settle in. Come down to the kitchen later, and we'll have dinner together. The other five currently staying here should be home in four hours. We can introduce you to them then. Oh, are you allergic to anything?"

With a friendly wave, Ross grabs Leon's elbow and pulls him from the room once he's got Binji's answer regarding allergies. Their footsteps are near silent, and fade quickly. Downstairs to the kitchen they go, working together to set about making dinner. Lots of dinner. Werewolves often have very big appetites, and feeding seven, now eight, requires a lot of food. Three fridges and a walk in pantry ensures there's always enough food in the house.

By the time Binji comes downstairs, the smells of frying meat and vegetables fills the kitchen. Dinner is nearly done Ross is just slicing celery to throw into a large pan of stir fry vegetables and rice. Leon makes a joke, distracting Ross, who ends up cutting his finger with the knife. It's not a deep cut, but bleeds pretty good nonetheless. "Ross, you need to be more careful." Leon sets down the tongs he had been using to flip steaks and comes over to grab his brother's hand. Ross protests, but only for a second. The cut on his finger seals like it was never there. However, a cut opens on Leon's finger in the exact same place, as if made by an invisible knife. "Leon, you didn't have to do that. It wasn't that bad." Leon wraps a paper towel around his finger while Ross washes blood off his hand. "You have enough headaches to deal with, Ross. The less injuries you have, the better."
 
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"Not that I know of." Binji shrugged, thought for a minute, then shook his head. "It won't take me long to unpack. I'll be down soon to aid in preparing dinner." So far they hadn't mentioned anything about rent, or labor. Surely they didn't expect him to just laze about. That would be a topic to mention to them later. Mind off in space he blinked when his eyes caught the motion of the wave. He raised his hand then frowned when the quiet twin pulled them out. Again, he shrugged turning back to his bag.

The back pack only held a few treasured objects: a hand carved, bone elephant; a wrinkled, Polaroid photo; and torn, woven, rainbow blanket. The elephant he sat on the bedside table, the photo he tucked under the pillow, and the blanket he folded and put under the bed. The twenty year old turned to unpack the rest of his things only to realize he'd left his luggage downstairs. With a sigh he left his new room and hurried down the stairs. Snagging the bag he rushed back to the room not bothering to close the door. A lot of the rooms didn't even have doors back home. He cringed, setting the roller luggage on the bed. I need to stop thinking of that place as home. It doesn't even exist anymore. Bag unzipped he started unpacking.

After everything was neatly arranged in the drawers he tucked away the luggage into the closet. A quick cursory glance around the room, satisfied with its neatness, left to head downstairs. He breathed in deep and in an instant his mouth started watering. Eyes drifting closed he paused on the staircase simply smelling, then shook his head chastising himself for just standing around. Binji made his way through the house eventually finding the kitchen by following the smell of cooking food.

First thing he noticed once there was the blood. He froze, breath locked inside his lungs. The scene that played out before him brought his eyebrows up. He'd seen healing before, but nothing so quick, or in this way. Maybe it was because they were twins? Or that they were both alphas? Binji coughed into his hand and stepped into the room. "Is everything okay?" His voice came out squeezed, and cracked in the middle of the last work. It didn't look anything life threatening, but blood was blood.
 
Ross' head whips around to look at Binji when he hears the boy's voice, startled. He hadn't heard him come downstairs. Although, he had been distracted with Leon taking his cut. "Binji, I didn't see you there. Yes, everything is fine. I just cut my finger, but Leon took it away." Ross doesn't hide the fact that Leon healed him. The twins don't see their abilities as something that needs to be hidden. "Thankfully, I didn't get any blood on the celery. Leon, go get a bandage. Binji can help me set the table." Leon snorts, amused at his twin being more worried about the food than himself.

Leon leaves the kitchen with a grin in Binji's direction. Ross tosses the celery into the stirfry pan, turning the heat down and adding the lid. "Ten minutes, then dinner will be ready. Plates are in the second cupboard left of the sink. Cutlery in the drawer beneath it. Because you're new, we'll eat at the dining table. Set places for yourself, me, and Leon. The others can reheat dinner or make their own when they get home." Ross is clearly master of the kitchen when he's in here. He moves to another cupboard to pull down glasses, then fetches cranberry juice and a jug of water from the fridge, taking them to the dining room table.
 
Jumping from accidentally startling the quiet twin, he winced hand going up to tug on a lock of hair. "Sorry. Guess I'm a quiet walker." His gaze flicked between the two, then nodded understanding, "A very compassionate person, and self sacrificing to take another's pain away." Face and tone serious, but softened with a layer of awe. It took a second to realize he was just gawking at them, and he coughed again looking away. Nervously he tugged his sleeves down over his hands, then went back at the sound of his name.

Binji nodded to Ross, no Leon? The one with the left blue eye. Sighing his shoulders sagged, fingers curling over the ends of his sleeves. "Yes, sir." Steps quick he went to the cupboard indicated to retrieve the plates, then followed Right Blue to the table. "Which seats did you want them in front of?"

He waited for the answer before setting them in their places. After which he went to get the needed eating utensils. Binji started setting the forks down, "What is the deep red liquid?" It didn't smell like blood, and it was far too thin. It reminded him of the drink his pack used during their dark moon ceremonies. Old pack, his old pack. Jaws clenching he gripped a fork tight enough that the metal bit into his palm. His mind flashed to a memory of screaming, and thick smoke burning the eyes. Breath shallow he placed a hand over his face to hide whatever horrible expression possibly displayed on it.
 
Ross gives Binji a strange look when the boy calls him sir. He's so formal, and Ross, as reserved as he is, isn't accustomed to it. Even he's not that formal. When asked which seats to place them at, he stares for a moment. "Um, just the three spots around one end of the table? And can you set chairs out? We keep them stacked in the corner so they're out of the way for pack meetings." It would take some time to get used to the way Binji talks.

With a quiet sigh, Ross sets the juice, water, and glasses on the table. "It's cranberry juice. It's more sour than sweet, but it's good. You can try some when we sit down, but you don't have to if you don't like it." Ross returns to the kitchen to check on the stirfry. Leon returns in time to see Binji uncomfortably reliving a memory. "Hey kid, listen. You look like you're in pain, but you're safe here. Whatever that memory was, it can't hurt you here." Leon stands in front of Binji with his right hand out, palm up, like an offering of comfort. Ross has stopped in the kitchen doorway to watch the exchange, a plate of five steaks in his hands.
 
Not understanding the look, Binji frowned. Had he said something wrong again? "Oh, right. Yes, sir." What had he expected them to just stand and eat? Face hot, he took care of setting up the dish ware. It didn't take long to place three plates. His eyes flicked to the juice then to his alpha. It sounded interesting and tasty. Between the smell of the food and the description of the drink his stomach couldn't growl louder. Thankfully they'd said that dinner didn't have much longer, so he could silence his stomach soon.

But before he knew it, a memory had him in its grip. His skin jumped, and he dropped his hand. "Yes, of course. Sorry." Ashamed, he placed his hand atop the offered hand. The tension in his body eased, and he moved his thumb to rub against the other male's hand. "Are you two always so compassionate, or am I just getting special treatment?" He lifted a brow, gaze drifting over to the kitchen doorway, then back to their joined hands. The edges of his lips curved upward slightly the sweet warmth spreading to his grey eyes.
 
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