SSWM Word Count: 435
The mask was handed over to the other male and Cotl watched as the alpha of the once enemy wolf pack took a hit off of the mask. Cotl stayed quiet, though that wicked grin was still held strong on his face as he stood there, as tall as he could in his tiny optime form. Conor was very well mannered, opposite of the foul-mouthed German man that had stood in front of the cinnamon alpha. Cotl twitched his large ears and his neck to the right and gave a loud clear of his throat before the wicked grin returned and he let his bi-colored eyes fall onto the amethyst eyed Alpha. Conor would answer through the mask that Dahlia was doing good, and when he slowly removed the mask, there was the question of the clan. Cotl figured that the clan was faring as well as it could. There weren't as many members as there used to be, but they were still okay as far as numbers went. NYEH Die clan does vell. Dere ist peace now.. he spoke, nodding his copper and coal head as he reached out and took the gas mask that was being handed to him. Then Conor spoke rather plainly that he heard about Gabe's triumphant defeat of the man named Haku Soul. Or, Conor's father, whichever you wanted to refer to him as. Cotl let out a wicked chuckle at the comment, finding no remorse for the fact that this man was the demon's son, and that there might be some type of mourning somewhere in him, or maybe not at all, who knew?
Cotl's chuckle lasted a good minute or so before he was able to speak. Ja, his head hangs on our pikes now. Ya' should-STUPIDFICKSHIZ- visit him at some point. Cotl teased, the same wicked stoned grin on his face as he mounted the mask on his face again and quickly took his lighter to the herb and he inhaled the smoke that would collect within the mask as he would pull it in through the filters. He breathed slowly in and out of the mask for a little bit before he remembered that Conor was there again. Bi-colored orbs looked at the other through the lenses and he inhaled the last bit of smoke before he took the mask from his face and he passed it back to his friend. Was du doings out heres, far avay from Dahlia today? the twitchy man asked the other, as he had let a loud NYEH pass his lips and he had twitched his right shoulder.
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