Two Sides of a Coin

Running was something he often avoided in his humane form, however in his wolf form it was indescribable experience. There was something addictive in it, in chasing someone, his wolf liked while the man he was the rest of the month didn't stand that. The wolf clenched its jaw seeing the other one rushing past him and taking the lead, while among humans clenched jaw usually meant someone is angry, the wolf didn't feel anger (could they feel anger? the animal never thought about that, letting primal urge sto rule him instead) more like determination. He felt the need to caught another wolf. Why? There was no answer on that question either.

The wolf slowed down, eventually stopped just out of reach of other, unevenly waving his tail he watched the other one with undisguised curiosity, even since he was one, others of his kind were still a mystery to him, so he wasn't entirely comfortable with letting the other wolf out of his sight even since the other one didn't show any intent of attacking him. Hoarse bark left his throat, almost like he asked the other wolf what's she planning to do.

He got his answer, maybe not the way the wolf expected it, feeling another's tongue on his muzzle he jumped back letting out a surprised whoop, only to slowly return on his previous position. The wolf expression mirrored the expression of his companion…Happy? The wolf accept losing better than the man, he sat back, trying to confuse the other one, only to rise quickly few seconds after that and jump ahead bypassing another wolf. He caught her tail, keeping it between his teeth only as much as needed to other wolf to notice, before letting it go and quickly turning around to face her. Game on!

The man moved, leaning his elbows on the table, that might be rude gesture, but he didn't care. He rubbed his eyes feeling sleepiness disappears driven out due dose of caffeine. Suppressing a yawn he pushed bangs away from his eyes and gazed down at his mug happy because it seemed that Elizabeth doesn't have the need to fill every silence with speaking, it was almost relaxing. Bastien reached for the plate on the table, took a brioche and put it in his mouth, wanting to see what's so special int hat little piece of bread. It took him only a few seconds to regret doing that, he rushed towards a stand for napkins, knocking down salt shaker on his way. He spat out the food, wishing he can do something to get rid of that awful taste in his mouth. Coffee! He took the mug and drank, its sweetness momentary replaced sour taste in his mouth. Sebastien wiped his mouth with another napkin, knowing that whipped cream made white stain around his mouth. Crumpling the napkin in his hand he gazed at Elizabeth, "Do people actually like to eat that?"

"I'll be back in a second." Sebastien rose from his chair with now empty coffee cup. He passed the room in a few steps quickly ordering another coffee when a person in front of him got his order. He thanked God it's early morning, not the middle of the day, if that was the case, he'd be standing in a row way longer than he did now, hell, maybe he wouldn't even order til the evening. With a new cup of coffee in his hand, maybe with even more cream than the one before, he returned to the table, taking his old seat. "No, thank you, this will help." He lifted a cup, it was his second one, he'll need at least ten more cups before the caffeine really wakes him up as he wasn't exactly a morning person. "I should show you how real yummy food tastes like, though." He chuckled.

The wolf bounced away after letting the tail, but his paws hit almost the same place where they were before, as if the animal enjoyed too much too actually back off from fun. He opened his mouth, his tongue hanging out, looking more like a pet then like a beast he is supposed to be. He tried to caught her paw the same way he caught her tail earlier but he ended empty-handed, empty mouthed, at least. The wolf carefully made one step forward, then another, and another until he was eyes in eyes with the other wolf. He moved his head closer, leaving only about an inch of space between them and inhaled, letting the other wolf's smell filled his nostrils. In his human form he'd extended his hand to shake hands, but this was equally good, maybe even better.