The smoke seethed from nose and mouth as Silas looked over the stranger. He seemed comparable to Silas – though of mixed blood, slightly more coyote-ish in appearance. Heath, however, seemed to show a better blend of his blood. Silas, on the other hand, could have almost been mistaken for being entirely coyote, aside from the strange coloring of his eyes and the darkness of his coat. As he brought the cigarette to his teeth, Silas rested his gaze on the golden eyes of this stranger, trying to read the emotion there. He looked as if he were determined for something, with a demeanor that was less than jovial.
"Don’t go there," he replied, before taking another drag from his cigarette. He liked the way the smoke filled his lungs, warming his chest from within. And upon exhaling, Silas enjoyed the over powering smell as the smoke emptied from his nostrils. "Family is there now." Rurik had done well to begin to teach his children English. However, Lily was stubborn and mostly reverted to speaking entirely in Russian. Though Silas didn’t mind breaking away from their natural tongue, he had noticed that the lack of practice had hindered his English now. His words seemed slightly unnatural, and he found that his Russian accent fell heavily on his words. He’d need to practice. "You go other place."
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