what did you expect | vathmos

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His amber eyes squinted and his ears pulled back when the door opened. It was a momentary reaction. While he knew Vathmos appreciated him for bringing a rabbit, he still was quite wary and awkward around the others just in general. In time he should warm up to them. Machiavelli did like to work alone, but he still needed company to thrive, as well as for his own mental health. He was a bit out of touch with his canine instincts -- as it had been a while since he was simply a dog. Until he could find a way to discover his supernatural abilities and form once more, he could leave and return to his rightful place at the Council he had been so unjustly thrown out of. Backstabbed, betrayed ... The Anatolian's fur bristled as he thought of it until he realized he was standing in front of a hungry hyena.

"Not now. Later, I will. I have another gift for you. It's called a bath. Do you happen to have a co-contain-container that holds water in your home?" Mac blinked, unable to see past Vathmos' smelly body to see into her home. He would be sorely disappointed, but thankfully, he was resourceful.