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His family for the longest time he had thought that they were gone. He didn’t think that he would ever again be able to see his family and during his captivity had assured himself that this was for the best. Because if he didn’t have to see his family again then he couldn’t be hurt by them and he couldn’t hurt them by showing the state of his body now. Even though he had come to accept and even like the way that he looked because his master liked it, it was still an odd thing to get used to. But then once he got out he came across a family member that he honestly didn’t expect to ever see again. And not only that but the family member he had come across had pups of his own. It was mind-blowing the way that had happened and he had left there feeling slightly better about his situation. His family was happy and the Russos were prospering even if he himself didn’t participate much in that. It was good, the gypsy born male finding that it was a lovely sort of feeling to know that his family was doing well even though he had not seem them in years it seemed. But after he had met him, he hadn’t seen anymore about his family, hadn’t even so much as caught a whiff of one, but that appeared to change today, and he was going to be able to find a new family member today, an unexpected treat for him.
As he was walking, perhaps prowling would be a better word to describe what he was doing, he caught the scent of someone that he didn’t recognize. The hair on the nape of his neck bristled and he approached the scent. Once he came closer though, he realized two things. One, the scent was of a Salsolan female and two, she smelled suspicious, not in a bad way but in a way that tantalized him, letting him know that she was a persons of interest and it would be in his best interest to check in on things. The arbiter gave a low sound in his throat, almost a growl, letting her know that there was someone there. His stance proclaimed him one that was of high rank, his scent definitely that of Salsola. Hardened eyes of glacier color peered out from his life-hardened expression. There was something about him, something distinctly sad and almost reserved about him. He had led a long life after all, one that was filled with misery and woe but it seemed as though this female was not so different from him. The male was covered in scars, from his head down to his feet but the worst were covered up by the clothing that he wore, albeit tattered as his pieces were. Mismatched ears were trained upon her, one ear firm and holding its shape while the other was tattered and broken, looking like something off of a patchwork doll.
