Shawchert was used to the reaction that he got from the woman. That didn’t mean he cared for it, but he didn’t make a big deal of it, he chose to ignore it and try to make himself less intimidating, though that was quite hard to do at his height, but his smile helped. He held he hand up at her apology.
“No need to apologize, being in a new area, and seeing a place you want as your own is overwhelming.”
He said with a nod of his head. She had been accepted by Skye which was not uncommon. He had figured it was Skye that was doing the formal greetings these days.
“So how do you enjoy Cercatori so far?”
The large man asked casually and curiously. He could tell she didn’t know he was the former leader of the pack, or the founder next to Skye. He could tell the woman did respect the capitana and this was good. Shawchert knew that the structure of the pack depended not just on the leader but on the members itself, he had learned this the hard way and failed in his own leadership, and he wouldn’t take the mantle back up in any type of hurry.
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