A Teaspoon of Spice

Smooth for a Rough Landing

Waking up to the sunlight after a horrible sleep was both in itself, a blessing and a curse.

On one hand you felt free of the nightmare of a place you came from and dreamed of- and on the other, your eyes felt so terribly adjusted to it they you had to rub them for a solid minute before they even let you see.

You had to take a moment to even remember where you were- everything felt so surreal. It shouldn't be possible that your free, and yet, here you were. Laying in a swaddle of blankets on the floor of another werewolf's room. Everything here smelt like dog- but a good kinda dog if that even made sense.

Mcree was still sleeping- his snoring more then testament to that- and you refused to go out into the halls to find food. Too many people you didn't trust- too many people who could try something on you.

Perhaps... Angela?

No matter how much you wanted to trust her, something in you begged you not to.

The wounds on you had already almost fully healed, simply because of your nature. So that was a plus- but what did that matter. Wow, fast healing- who even gave a shit.

Instead of doing anything, you simply curled farther into the blankets, pulling them close and hoping Mcree woke up and saved you from dying of boredom and or the dark thoughts plowing through your mind.

You took that waiting time and thought about everything that happened so far. And just how grateful you should be for everything these people have done for you. You should give them your full and utter trust- but you just... can't.

An irritated huff passed your teeth, and another solid hour of waiting occurred before Mcree even dared start to wake.

It was slow at first, but you could here the change in breathing easily. He stopped snoring, and rolled over, brown eyes blearily cracking open and meeting your own.

He lifted a hand, sleepily waving at your wide and inquisitive eyes before yawning and sitting up straight.  Mcree slept shirtless, but you could care less- you just wanted to go to the cafeteria and eat something. You haven't had proper meals in a long time, and your body was all but begging you to hunt something.

"Breakfast?" You mumbled in question to Mcree, who was hunched on his bed and tiredly scratching at his beard. He just hummed at you, swinging his legs off the bed, and walking to grab clothes from his closet.

"I'll- uh- I'll wait outside... I guess." You muttered, dragging the blankets with you as you waltzed out of his room. God you wish you didn't though. Who knows what stranger could be out there.

Standing just outside his door was agonizingly nerve racking, all your hair standing on edge as a door slide open about four doors down.

Out walked a girl, brown hair swept to the left in wild spikes. She had a weird device on her chest, and immediately you distrusted her.

Her groggy eyes looked your way, brightening at the sight of you, before confusedly observing the grimace you had fixed on her.

Perfect timing- the door behind you opened, and out Mcree walked, dressed in his cowboy gettup, and smelling of timber. He nudged you with his arm, moseying passed you and down the hall.

Surely if he wasn't frightened of her, you shouldn't be either. You shot her one last look before scurrying after Mcree.

Stopping at his side you nudged him back watchibg as he finishedshooting her a wave, "Who's that?"

He just yawned, "That's Lena- she's a pretty nice person- real peppy."

Humming, you continued walking, ending up at the cafeteria and the smell of breakfast hit you full force.