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He probably should have felt a little more compassionate, but this was Snake we are talking about. As much as he didn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings, he knew that it would have to happen eventually. He thought that Daisuke might need a healthy amount of reality, though he wished it could have come in a less stressful time. And it was probably best that Snake was not easily amused, for he might have laughed at the idea of Daisuke trying to protect him. With all likelihood, it would end up being the other way around. As much as he didn’t doubt that the wolf could fight (some), he knew that he wasn’t trained, and certainly not as much as Snake had been. He didn’t respond at first, merely shifting his weight between his feet and frowning. “War is not peaceful. That is why it is called war,” was all he could offer when it came to words. He did not want Daisuke in the fighting; he would not risk that. He had never cared whom was the last face he saw. It might as well have been Foxhound’s, or Patriot’s, months ago. With the memory he felt the scar along his ribs twinge—he could see the mad gleam in his twin’s brother eyes as he finally got the upper-hand on Snake in battle. Snake had nearly paid for that slipup with his life. It might happen several more times in the future.
And of course if it came to Daisuke fighting—and even harming—his Inferni clan-members to get to him… Well, things would turn out badly. If Snake was forced to choose between his friend and the clan that had supported him through these months of him living here, he might have to go with Inferni. There were lines drawn between wolves and coyotes that he couldn’t surpass, and he knew that fending for himself for the sake of friendship would be worse for him than living as he had been in Inferni. But that was a decision that he hopefully would not have to make.
The golden wolf got up swiftly, picking up his things from where he had left them, as well as the cat. He began to move swiftly, enough to where Snake had to focus on keeping up. Eventually they got around to a place near a cliff that had a large cavern in the side, marked by a staff that looked very familiar to Snake—he had been there when Daisuke made it. It seemed to have been broken, although the deer skull still remained on the top. He looked at it critically, not sure of what made it break but not asking. Daisuke was near the skull when Snake arrived, though he couldn’t tell what he was doing.
Snake approached the den, though he stood outside for the most part—partially out of respect for the wolf’s home as well as his own deep fear of spaces like caverns. Snake had a kind of claustrophobia that manifested itself in places that could cave in on him, no matter how unlikely. Daisuke began to build a fire, using a flint which set alight tinder that spread to the dry wood. He also had two rabbits that looked very appetizing, especially since Snake hadn’t had much time to hunt as of late. He sat down near the fire, watching it as it grew in strength. He listened to Daisuke, though he could not offer any condolences. He could not lie, and he did not know the future—he had nothing to say. He merely said, “You’ve learned to use fire, I see,” though it was not really a good topic. It was something, though. It seemed just a few days ago that Snake himself had been teaching Daisuke how fire was useful for Luperci at all.
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He probably should have felt a little more compassionate, but this was Snake we are talking about. As much as he didn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings, he knew that it would have to happen eventually. He thought that Daisuke might need a healthy amount of reality, though he wished it could have come in a less stressful time. And it was probably best that Snake was not easily amused, for he might have laughed at the idea of Daisuke trying to protect him. With all likelihood, it would end up being the other way around. As much as he didn’t doubt that the wolf could fight (some), he knew that he wasn’t trained, and certainly not as much as Snake had been. He didn’t respond at first, merely shifting his weight between his feet and frowning. “War is not peaceful. That is why it is called war,” was all he could offer when it came to words. He did not want Daisuke in the fighting; he would not risk that. He had never cared whom was the last face he saw. It might as well have been Foxhound’s, or Patriot’s, months ago. With the memory he felt the scar along his ribs twinge—he could see the mad gleam in his twin’s brother eyes as he finally got the upper-hand on Snake in battle. Snake had nearly paid for that slipup with his life. It might happen several more times in the future.
And of course if it came to Daisuke fighting—and even harming—his Inferni clan-members to get to him… Well, things would turn out badly. If Snake was forced to choose between his friend and the clan that had supported him through these months of him living here, he might have to go with Inferni. There were lines drawn between wolves and coyotes that he couldn’t surpass, and he knew that fending for himself for the sake of friendship would be worse for him than living as he had been in Inferni. But that was a decision that he hopefully would not have to make.
The golden wolf got up swiftly, picking up his things from where he had left them, as well as the cat. He began to move swiftly, enough to where Snake had to focus on keeping up. Eventually they got around to a place near a cliff that had a large cavern in the side, marked by a staff that looked very familiar to Snake—he had been there when Daisuke made it. It seemed to have been broken, although the deer skull still remained on the top. He looked at it critically, not sure of what made it break but not asking. Daisuke was near the skull when Snake arrived, though he couldn’t tell what he was doing.
Snake approached the den, though he stood outside for the most part—partially out of respect for the wolf’s home as well as his own deep fear of spaces like caverns. Snake had a kind of claustrophobia that manifested itself in places that could cave in on him, no matter how unlikely. Daisuke began to build a fire, using a flint which set alight tinder that spread to the dry wood. He also had two rabbits that looked very appetizing, especially since Snake hadn’t had much time to hunt as of late. He sat down near the fire, watching it as it grew in strength. He listened to Daisuke, though he could not offer any condolences. He could not lie, and he did not know the future—he had nothing to say. He merely said, “You’ve learned to use fire, I see,” though it was not really a good topic. It was something, though. It seemed just a few days ago that Snake himself had been teaching Daisuke how fire was useful for Luperci at all.