one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

Morag beams and spins in the air, a wide loop-de-loop; then, "I promise to from now-on behave!" is stated as they are soon above the mist and in the stars. Infact, it is like they are in a field of stars, so does the fog glitter under that wan light. "Don't hide your head my friend, I promise to save you!" He had of course heard the broken scream and he holds tighter to Zeke, his poor friend..

Shanks only laughs and breaks off from the pretty beasties. The wolf-man heads toward the scent of rabbit, on softer, silenter, slower paws. "Are you ready? There is a young one!"

[jet pack blues]

Zeke didn't like this feeling— not being able to control what was going on. He much preferred his broom, but he didn't have a choice. He frowned a bit, and settled down somewhat. This wasn't so bad.

Dezi nodded and whispered an almost silent 'yes' to Shanks.

[Alpha*]

A few feet are stepped closer, and then the wolf lunges for the rabbit. He catches it in powerful, pale jaws and it is dead even before it knows it has been caught; he hates to hear them scream. Shanks, kill on the ground grins, "Time to get off, I'll be human for a while." he states, crouching.

Morag hums, tilting to one side, then another. Soon, he has found his destination, and they are in a clearing on a very high mountain. He lands carefully, "Time to get down Zeke! We're here!" is said, wings alittle tiered from the extra weight.

[jet pack blues]

Dezi buried her face in deep, warm fur, honestly a little scared that there would be blood or guts or something terrible coming from the little bunny. After Shanks spoke, she carefully peeked up and slid to the ground, her feet landing in cold snow.

Zeke hopped down, and surveyed his surroundings. He wouldn't be mean to Morag for taking him out; age was probably trying to make him feel better.

[Alpha*]

Shanks peers at her expression as a wolf a long moment before he shifts to human with a grimace of pain, unlike the more common wer-wolves it is agony to shift back and forth. When he straitens up he wipes blood from his face with a hand-ful of snow and then whispers a spell that cleans the kill. She looks like she'd faint if he did so in the usual way. "I'm sorry its' cold, but I promise that I'll have a fire started for you soon little human, and in this little bag there are plenty of things to make you comfortable. We'll not cheat anymore - I promised you an experiance, that means no magic."

When the other is off Morag folds his achy wings with a sigh, and sits on the ground - calling up a fire with a word and a flick of his wand. Fingers streach out to the warmth. "I have something to discuss with you."

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae looked down at her feet, not keen on looking at the dead animal. It hasn't taken long for the winter chill to seep through her, causing her to shiver and hug herself for warmth. She frowned at Shanks' 'no magic,' but smiled at his concern. "Thanks," she murmured, pulling her coat tighter around herself to keep the wind out.

Zeke sat across from Morag, and hovered his hands somewhat close to the burning flames. He looked to him, quiet for a moment as he shifted his gaze to look at what he could see around them. "What do you need to discuss?" he asked, slightly curious.

[Alpha*]

Shanks laughs and pulls a fur and some blankets from his bag, "You are welcome, and... well, the wind will be off you, a fire started in just a minute." he tells her. Swiftly he is gone, and soon he is returned. When all his preparations are done he sits on the fur in the snow, "I wont bite."

"I..." Morag begins, "Was thinking of proposing.."

[jet pack blues]

Dezi thankfully wrapped a blanket around herself. When Shanks came back, she smiled a rosy smile at his joke. "I hope not," she joked back, dancing a bit on her feet in order to keep circulation going.

Zeke's eyebrows shot upwards and he was speechless for a few long moments. "Proposing," he repeated. "Like... to get married, Mor?"

[Alpha*]

His cheeks turn a really, really dark shade of red, almost black in the fire-light. "Its' rediculious. Ok, I get it. Nevermind." is stated, looking away. Zeke.. was the deciding factor, and to Morag it is obvious he disapproves.

Shanks grins lopsidedly, "Now, you may ask me anything and I will answer anything."

[jet pack blues]

Zeke shook his head, rubbing his face and sighing. "Mor, if that's what you want, then go for it," he told him. "It's just... you've got to think about Dezi as well. You're going to have to ask her parents for permission. You guys are both young... What if you change your mind?" These were the things that Zeke had thought about not long ago. "It's a lifelong commitment."

Dezarae took a seat, and thought for a long moment. "How old are you?" she asked. She had lots of questions.