guilt

[Conor Soul]

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       He was met with a cold stare and an invisible, silent wall. The Dahlian leader felt resentment dab away on his resolve, but he made certain that his face revealed no cracks. Patience would be needed here, for Conor did not yet know what he was up against. He doubted the salt and pepper male would make this easier for him. The golden form remained on his spot, deciding that he would not let the larger canine intimidate him. If Larkspur had issues with his leader and how he ran things, then it could not be allowed to be left alone like it had for too long.

       
”Is there anything you’d like to say to me?” the male asked, allowing Larkspur to reveal whatever problems he had without Conor having to coach it out of him like one would with a small child.

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