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Silas was rather disappointed that Heath couldn’t easily see the husky reflected in Silas’s appearance. It was true, though. Silas had inherited much of the coyote look from his mother, and only minimal traits from Rurik. His eyes, obviously, were his father’s, but his small frame definitely came from mom. His pelt did have a slightly doggish appearance to it – what with being almost solid black along his spine. Really, despite his frame, Silas’ coloring could pass for that of a husky if only the tan and beige fur had been white. He envied his siblings in that they looked more like their father.
He watched as Heath hesitated for a moment, trying to decide what their next destination would be. Even as the Cours boy had started off, Silas remained frozen where he was. Heath had headed away from the motel, thankfully, but where were they going to go? With the alcohol in his system, Silas merely shrugged. What did it matter, really? They had a couple bottles and each other’s company. Maybe it’d even feel like old times with Anatoliy.
"One arm?" Silas chimed, jogging slightly to catch up with Heath. Silas couldn’t picture it – didn’t want to picture it. How unfortunate. "Y’ouch," he mumbled, smiling all the while. Like a child, he was excited to see just where it would be that Heath would lead them.
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