10-18-2009, 06:23 PM
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Warrior-in-training. That shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it had. But Laurel knew Inferni’s history and standings with the wolf packs that were all around, and given whatever had gone in those first few months when Snake had been in New Haven, it probably suited him. But at least he was doing well there, that was the thing that mattered most. If he was well and things were well, he wouldn’t be too concerned. That was of course, excluded the very real possibility that Inferni would have another tango with their enemies to the west. Even he had found the inhabitants of Dahlia de Mai to be less than open to their cousin canine. But for the most part, there was nothing all that turbid about the majority of the packs.
What was much more pressing at the moment, was Snake’s concern.
“She’s fine, everything’s fine,” he answered, “she’s staying with some friends of ours that we met up with again in Bar Harbor.” A place in which they had been going towards when Snake had flown the coop on them. “It’s about a four or five day walk from here, give or take. She didn’t want to come all the way back here, told me I was being silly for worrying about you.” And now that he had seen him and saw that he was still in one piece and had made it to the only place either of his parents could piece together as where he would go, Laurel thought maybe he had been silly for worrying.