Of course! 
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Ehno did not often consider the stars or what might lie beyond them. They were out of his reach, unattainable, unexplorable, and as such, deep thoughts regarding them did not often cross his mind. What would be the point? Perhaps there were gods out there, who could say? The only thing Ehno truly believed in was Fate, and oh, was she a fickle being. She would grant them peace and happiness, allow them comfort and safety, and without warning she would take it all away. Throw them into chaos and confusion and watch them squirm. The Marino did not know how long Fate would choose to torture them like this, but he knew the Dreamers could not handle it for much longer.
While there had been physical conflicts already—his packmate’s wounded arm a prime example of this—this war was almost certain to see more bloodshed. While the male himself had remained untouched during previous raids, he knew that wasn’t likely to remain true for long. His patience for playing the defense was slowly beginning to grow thin. His fighting skills may have been poor, but he could not stand these attacks against his Dreamer family for much longer. His anger encouraged him to retaliate, and he would gladly do so, given the chance. The Dreamers needed to take action. But time and patience was required of them, lest their attack turn into nothing but folly. Until then, he would sit tight, able to do nothing more than agonize whether there would be another strike against them.
After a moment with a sigh left hanging in the air, the dark-furred woman offered him a somewhat positive response, citing that she’d seen worse, as evidenced by the scar that lined her face. There was a story behind that scar, like any other. Ehno, despite his typically peaceful ways, had his own fair share of stories displayed upon him. She introduced herself but a moment later. Soran, yes, that was her name. And she was an Aatte as well, certainly related to Mati and Haven. It was a pleasant surprise; he hadn’t expected to be meeting anyone from the non-D’Angelo half of their heritage after all this time. He returned her smile and took up her offered hand for a shake. “Piacere, Soran. I am Ehno Marino.”
Their greeting completed, he pulled back his hand and brushed some of his hair away from his eyes before letting it fall once more to his side. “It is admirable of you, to be holding up so well in times like these.” A tired smile clung to his lips. “One can only hope the fighting will end soon… and our family safely returned to us.” A niece and nephew still remained within the clutches of AniWaya, a fact that filled his heart with more and more dread as each day passed.