Wednesday has rolled around again and I have more new words. Still making headway, even though I have to remind myself that slow and steady wins the race. Our inspiration this week is varied. From #ThursdayTreads, we have: “I made it easier for you.” And from #1lineWed, we have the open-ended command of **Chaotic free-for-all: Break those rules. Do whatcha want. Dazzle us with brilliance. Or baffle us with bullshit.** Since I’m movstly baffled and always full of BS, I took the prompt at it’s own words. Not sure exactly where in the timeline this fits, but it does. Trust me. And it’s just a bit of silly by-play among comrades.
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The kids were already sacked out. The truck ride had been a godsend for everyone but their trek had taken its toll. Even the men were wearing down. Except for Kin and Loch. Dalton tried not to snipe at the two Wolves. It just wasn’t fair. He was, after all, a genetically-enhanced Navy SEAL. Or had been. A SEAL. He was still genetically enhanced. Just because those two could shift into wolves shouldn’t give them all the freaking stamina in the world. Then again, there were drawbacks to their condition. He glanced at Kin, who was staring toward the puppy-pile of kids and one very attractive woman.

Dalton knew what was on the man’s mind and that the whole situation bothered the Wolf. He’d overheard Loch lecturing Kin about doing the right thing and telling Meg what he was before taking the actions his libido and inner wolf demanded, ie. claiming her as their mate. And being an inveterate romantic—who knew?—he’d taken steps.

“I made it easier for you,” he told Kin. When the other man only arched a brow, Dalton continued. “We’re taking a break tomorrow, according to Duke so I’ve arranged to keep the kids occupied.”
When Kin still didn’t respond, Dalton added, “So you can have some alone time with Meg and…you know…tell her.”

“You?” Kin finally said, not even attempting to hide his skepticism. “With all the kids, off somewhere?”
Defensive now, Dalton’s lip lifted in a bit of a sneer. “I can handle them. Navy SEAL, remember?”
Loch stared at his boots and muttered, “A bit like a clueless Peter Pan and his Lost Boys.”

“I heard that!” Dalton glared now. “I am fully capable of keeping the kids close together for some rest and down time while Kin sneaks off into the woods with his true love.”

“You, entertaining the children?” the normally reticent Uri asked. “Won’t that be a chaotic free-for-all?”
Tank piped up. “A chaotic free-for-all? Huh. Is that like herding cats, or something?” When all eyes turned to him, he explained, completely deadpan, “Asking for a friend.”

Kin simply growled. And walked away.

“Chicken,” Dalton called after him.

Dalton got Kin’s right hand, middle finger extended, raised in reply.

“Well, that’s gratitude for you.” Completely put out, Dalton stalked off in the opposite direction.
The rest of the team burst into laughter. “Good times,” Tank managed to sputter during his deep deep belly laugh.
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There you have it. Writers, anything in the prompts that tease you to action? Ignite ideas? Send you scrambling to fill in a blank screen or page? Have at it, and feel free to share if you wish. Readers, let’s make today’s question easy: What’re you up to?