[Huffing, she turns her back on him, stalking on stiff, restless legs to the other end of the clearing. If Arthur keys on the phone - it's not protected in any way - he'll find the largest icon in the most worn spot on the screen. "Call Captain", it says, with a picture of Jack Harkness' face above it, smiling that trademark blinding grin. The call history has a long string of rejected calls to the captain from the last several hours. None of them went through.
Aisling ignores him and smells all about before raising her nose and throwing a "report" sequence to the uncaring skies. The pack answers shakily from nearby, uncertain, but the call is not for them. A bone-deep shudder runs through her and all the fight seems to drain away. Slowly sitting down, she hangs her head and utters a low, painful moan that really shouldn't be able to come from a wolf's throat.]
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Aisling ignores him and smells all about before raising her nose and throwing a "report" sequence to the uncaring skies. The pack answers shakily from nearby, uncertain, but the call is not for them. A bone-deep shudder runs through her and all the fight seems to drain away. Slowly sitting down, she hangs her head and utters a low, painful moan that really shouldn't be able to come from a wolf's throat.]