gravity rides everything - p leland
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Lannen half-smiled in relief, glad that his faux pas hadn't completely ruined his encounter with this man. It had been a while since he had been truly social around another person. Dames were one matter. Women could talk and talk and talk and Lannen had learned to talk to them. In retrospect, letting his trap fly hadn't been the best lesson he'd ever learned. He'd certainly been slapped, put down, and nearly had his balls handed to him on more occasions than he cared to remember. Guys were different and he actually felt like they were harder to read, even if they didn't do all that weird female crap.

"Yeah. Dawali. Funny guy," the white wolf mused. He had only met the male on one occasion, at the borders the day he had joined AniWaya. He was pleased to find that Leland seemed easygoing, open, genial. He made this easy for Lannen, and he liked that instantly. The white wolf hated squirming in silence, being awkward. He wasn't normally, but these days he had to watch what he said, which made things difficult, interrupted the natural rhythm of his personality of conversation.

"I haven't gotten into the rhythm of things here yet either," Lannen was surprised to find himself admitting this. He liked AniWaya well enough, but he wasn't used to it yet. He had grown up in a pack, but tribe life had some marked differences. Lannen sat down again, cross legged. He decided he wanted this conversation to be as comfortable as possible. He jerked his head to a spot next to him, inviting Leland to sit if he wanted to.

Lannen found himself at ease in the presence of another male, which again, was odd. But he'd take what he could get. "What's the hardest part so far?"
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