[J]Fallen Comfort and Snow Piles

[Conor Soul]

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It could be many things, and standing on the borders by a potential new home was not a please where one could feel at ease while the area’s leader stood tall, deciding whether or not if these wishes of belonging could become true. Caramel painted ears fell slightly, though the main’s face remained the same, more or less. How come there were no taunting voice breathing down his neck when others were near. The male knew enough of the human research to know that hearing voices was never really a good thing. But one could always deny the truth and postpone important decisions. Conor clung to his hope, but it was thinning out.

”All right, then,” he said, allowing the reason for the other male’s tension to remain unsolved. He did not want to let it go quite as easy as that, but he needed to get this over and done with and get some rest. ”You will be given the Subordinate rank for now, and if you prove yourself useful, you will quickly rise in the hierarchy.” But some never stuck around despite the needs they had expressed by the borders and the promises they had made to the pack. Faith was an important thing though, and the male put it in every new face he met until he had solid reason to withdraw it.

”In the centre of the territory there’s a town where the majority of us live. You can find accommodation there or anywhere else. This is your home now, so you have the freedom to settle whenever you choose,” Muscles tugged and prolonged the leader’s smile, but it was somewhat strained, though not a fake either. ”Now you must excuse me, for I have matters to attend to,” he revealed, swinging his white tipped tail and offering Drusus a dip of his creamy muzzle in departure.