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Wraith had said she had been to Anathema before. Great. This made Mido feel only mildly stupid, he hadn’t even heard of her pack and she had been to his. His eyes remained focused and his ears alert as she spoke. The coyote woman talked a bit about a bit about her home, and then asked a few questions concerning Anathema. That’s cool. The female’s smile had made him feel that she was genuinely curious and unbiased about the land of misfits. Anathema is great; it’s dark and homey, probably a bit more appealing to a trouble maker. He gave the woman a wide assuring smile. Aeron? Yeah, she is one of the leaders there. He let out a light hearted chuckle when she mentioned that the golden vixen seemed nice, maybe she didn’t know her well enough. Nice, I guess you could say that. It certainly was true that Aeron could be nice, that didn’t mean she wasn’t a little bit twisted or creepy at times. The Marbas had to stop momentarily; something she said didn’t make sense to him. Do you know Aeron? He asked with an inquisitively raised eyebrow, bearing the split colors of his left eye. Mido hadn’t the slightest clue the two packs didn’t get along, and If he did he probably wouldn’t care too much about it. His philosophy was all about the here and now, which was Wraith Creed and himself.
With the wooden bo-staff in his left hand he adjusted the straps on his back pack as they were rubbing irritatingly against his shoulders. The multicolored mix couldn’t quite peg what had changed, but the air felt different then what it once was. The evening had fully set in granted it wasn’t dark yet, eventually it would be. The male didn’t know where Inferni was, but he assumed that she was going somewhere, though it really wasn’t his business what she was doing. Any canine should be allowed to do as they wish when not inside claimed territories.
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