10-05-2008, 03:34 PM
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Eyeing the sparrow for a moment, Laurel was amused at the thought that Rutherford had earned himself a companion that wasn't of the canine type. As someone who had a stray cat or two (or the occasional wolf or coyote companion) follow him around once or twice before, Laurel knew all too well about things that couldn't have been shook loose. As for a historian, Laurel didn't mention it, but he already knew that Rutherford was bound to find plenty to fill a notebook anywhere around them. Several wolves and coyotes alike had told him already that most people were bound to one another one way or another and it was true; family ties were all around. Which made them even more the odd ones out. “Always do,” Laurel chuckled, “people are free to come and go as they please and that's pretty much what they do. I guess you've been told that we don't call ourselves much of a pack too, which is a nice change. Some folks can't quite get their head around the fact that we don't really have ranks.” And yet it intrigued a few and so interesting conversation tended to spring up anywhere. Turning back towards the forest, he motioned for the historian to follow him, and started to lead the way towards the camp site. “That being said, seeing how you like to keep track of history, you'll probably want to watch yourself. There's some folks that aren't so friendly towards us… us being coyotes. But other than that, you'll probably find a lot of people that know a lot about the history of this place. Loads of people are related to one another and everything.”[/html]