[/html]He appeared uncharacteristically patient as he waited to hear what the boy wanted to know. The answer wasn't really very specific. Anything that the older boy wanted to tell him. The russet male wrinkled up his nose slightly as he tried to think of something to say. The pup had come to visit, to learn, but he didn't really know much his self.
So he started where he had first begun, with the King of the Court, Vigilante Haskel. The story about Vigilante, whom he hesitantly referred to as 'father' as if testing the waters with the word, wasn't long or even really factual. He expanded on his deep adoration of the mutt-king, telling the stranger about how Vigilante had found him and how he led the pack with Ayita.
Kambujiya didn't get truly excited until he started to speak about Niro Takekuro and his feathered friends. Birds were a fascination to the Prince, something he aspired to do with his life just as his older friend did. He was determined to have a bird just like Marahute.
In the mind of the boy, there were no other members of the pack, just his pseudo-family and the huntsman, and that was all he spoke of. But even his favorite people ran out of things to mention, and his words slowly dwindled down into nothing. There wasn't anything else to say, but this Dahlia left him curious and he tilted his head to the side. "What's Dahlia?"
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