WC: 429(3points) OOC: He doesn't know how big Dahlia is 
Niro could feel the slight tingle in his body as the Vodka was taking over, unlike Lolita he’d little experience with alcohol, so what he’d felt now was something entirely new, although… it did feel good, in a weird sort of way so he brushed off the thought of the new feeling as he listened to Lolita.
Vigilante? Yes, he’s our king. Took over after the other one left.
He had forgotten their first kings name, which didn’t make him sad at all… after hearing about him so much from his googly eyed sister and finding out he’d just up and left didn’t leave any feeling of respect, not to mention he was full of himself, he doubted they’d have been great friends, not like he was making of the rest of his pack. He took another swig of the tangy drink this time he was able to let it rest on his tongue for a few more seconds than before, letting the burning sensation dissipate as it went down his throat, the new feeling was slightly stronger now, but he wasn’t bothered, he didn’t know soon he’d be taken over by the drink itself, quite unaware of the outcome it would do if he kept up.
He had noticed the difference in names but he figured it was just a mated couple, his mother had changed her name so why couldn’t Lolita’s, something like that didn’t make him curious enough. But usually there would be a type of resembelance to a relative, then again all he had to do was look at his own sister and be reminded not all had to resemble one another. Thinking of where she said she was located Niro soon remembered the day he’d been lost in the forest and he’d met another wolf from the pack she mentioned… It was quite a ways from where they were sitting. wasn't it?
What brings you all the way here? I’m aware that Dahlia is pretty far away.
He said, he was aware that many wolves from different packs didn’t stay in one place for long, but he was quite curious about the red head next to him. She was different somehow, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe it was the way she held herself, and how her eyes seemed almost hard against all she looked at, like… She’d lived under conditions Niro had once lived… but that couldn’t be or she’d be as timid as he was back when he first came. What was it then? This female, she was hard to read.
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