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Relief etched itself into the yearling's face as his brother pulled him close. Anatoliy returned Silas' hug with a strong grip, almost as though he were trying to crush the guy. But he was laughing as he did it, before pulling apart, smiling broadly at his brother. Silas certainly looked good; he, and Anatoliy too, had grown up from his memories of the boys they had once been playing under Mother and Father's supervision. Once upon a time. But now they were a happy picture, the kind of painting that the Russo never thought he would have been able to see through again. He had hoped, of course, but he doubted that this kind of combination would ever be. The three siblings together! If only their other sister could have lived to see her first year.
As his brother explained himself to their father, the newly arrived Russo felt a frown tug on his lips. War? Surely there was no real reason to be fighting here. Surely it could have been fixed easily with some words. But, then again, what did he know of fighting and war? He was no tactician, though his relatives had made him listen to their stories of past victories, when they had been packs ages ago. But those lessons did not stick. Maybe he had just been alone and bored enough not to listen. "Война? Не скажите мне вы верит тому придурковатому вздору превосходства вида," he said, misunderstanding and not understanding enough about the situation. Anatoliy did not know Dahlia-de-Mai, nor did he understand what provoked war. Sighing, the big Russian patted his hand on Silas's shoulder. "Быть осторожным."
The war had nothing to do with him and he knew nothing about it. Anatoliy crouched beside his sister to help her coax some flames into existence. Though, like Liliya, he watched the sibling out of the corner of his eye. The thought of the fire and cooking the tempting carcass was only a mild distraction for him, since he had eaten recently enough for his hunger pangs to be ignorable, if for only a short time more. Anatoliy let a mildly uneasy look flicker onto his face, but despite his new worries, he smiled at his sister. "Моя сестра находила щеголь?" he asked, teasing her lightly. "И мой брат находил подружка?" It was just a topic change, for fun. For the good old times.