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There was a strange peace in the creamy-furred youth as he made his way toward these borders. He had seen their innards but once, but this was the place—the scent of his uncle was faint here, hidden and masked beneath the myriad of other scents of the pack. There were more than he remembered, but they were of no interest to the chocolate-tipped youth. He was not truly aware of anything; there was still that strange scent of fear and... and whatever that had been with Rio, whatever had happened there, clinging to him. It had been wonderful and brutal all at once, clutching the seat of another's power as he had with Princess. Hers' was far more shallow than his sister; then again, maybe he simply needed to dig deeper into those he knew better. Harlowe did not know, and he could not contemplate it. The tawny-furred youth could remember only snatches of detail from what had happened, which was strange, considering his usually sharp memory.
There was little nervousness in Harlowe now; he had taken on an almost dreamlike state, mechanically wandering from Phoenix Valley with the few notebooks and favorite books he'd brought with him in his satchel. There was no way he could have taken everything, and so he had sorted through what he wanted, and quickly—even in his near-hallucinatory state, he knew that he had wronged his sister, and he knew that punishment for it might come. Yet it was not this thing that had driven him from that place; the decision to leave had occurred before Rio. He remembered that clearly. And now—he was here, he was at this border. The youth did not have to steel himself; he tossed his head back to the sky and howled long and low, beckoning for the leader. Maybe Larkspur would hear, too—maybe Larkspur would know. Maybe he already knew.
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The response rose as the stranger’s call faded. Shortly after, the coin hued alpha entered the scene. With curiosity gleaming in the gentle lavender hue, he extinguished the remaining distance between himself and the younger male quickly and without hesitation. Confidence was something that had been allowed to pulse and grow as his time as Dahlia’s alpha continued. There had existed seas of doubt in the beginning, but it seemed he was slowly learning to live comfortably with the weight of leadership on his broadening back. Tail suggested dominance, but the yearling’s face expressed nothing but that subtle curiosity merging together with his natural kindliness.
He recognized the scent with ease, and was surprised. It was far from often that he saw Phoenix Valley members stalk about so far from their territory. It seemed to be a homely pack, and this was the first time he had detected that scent outside the lands where it belonged. It was clear that there was a purpose here though. ”Greetings, young Valley wolf,” he offered quietly, cocking his head slightly as he spoke. This could be interesting. "I'm the Alpha of this pack. What can I do for you?” He saw the bulging satchel in the youth's possession, but it did not have to mean anything.
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It was not long before he was given attention, and in a perfectly empty mockery of deference, the boy bowed his head and averted his eyes. There was nothing abnormal about this masquerade that would have lead anyone to think anything differently; the chocolate-dipped boy was a monster in sheep's clothing. No, no he was not—the moment he let himself think that way, the facade began to crack and splinter, and he could not have this. He had abandoned his home and he needed a new one, and it had to be this one. Only this place possessed Larkspur within its borders.
“Hello, sir,” he said, as he had read other humans do when addressing others formally or those in authority. “My name is Harlowe D'Angelo. Perhaps you know my uncle, Larkspur? He lives here, and I have come today in hopes of joining him here,” the youth said eloquently. So long as he was not before a crowd, Harlowe now spoke wonderfully—of course there were still moments of choking and stalling, stuttering and blanking out. Even so, these moments were infrequent at best, and Harlowe was a much better speaker than he had been just two months ago.
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He was surprised to learn that Larkspur was this boy uncle, but such news did little more than to lift the Dahlian’s eyebrows. He would never know as much about the surrounding territories and the packs as he would like. His place was here, and the pack came first in all matters. Larkspur was not amongst the members he socialized with regularly, but the man had proven his worth well, and seemed to do well as the pack’s hunter. With the last member of the Stormbringer litter found, he had hoped the immigration of lost puppies was at its end. The Valley wolf before him was young, but hardly a child any longer. He could be put to use at once. The alpha’s curiosity was far from sated. While this seemed to be a good candidate, he thought it was strange to see such a young soul that already belonged to a nearby pack stand here and want access.
”And I am Conor Soul, and I know your uncle,” the male answered truthfully. "Our packs are within close proximity—for what reasons do you seek acceptance into Dahlia de Mai?” It had to be more than to simply stay with his uncle, surely? Conor chose trust more often than not, but whenever he asked questions he required an answer. Teenagers could be hasty and make decisions that were not well thought through.
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In truth, maybe Larkspur was not his uncle—he knew Larkspur was not Naniko's brother. They were far more distant than that, but as the youth had yet to acquire such terminology, uncle was sufficient for now, and even once he learned Larkspur's true relation, he would likely continue to call him uncle—that was how the sable-shaded man was thought of in the creamy-furred youth's mind. There was an almost mechanical smile on the Harlowe's face at the other man's introduction; he was pleased that Larkspur was no stranger to this man. Then again, Conor was not King, and in retrospect it was understandable that the Chance boy had not known Larkspur the last time Harlowe had come here.
“My mother's left Phoenix Valley, and Larkspur knows our family better than me or Mother. I want to learn from him,” he said succinctly. He had all of his notes on everything and still, he knew nothing. “I can read and write—would this provide service your pack?” he inquired. Harlowe knew he could not provide so well as many others, but maybe Conor would have a use for him yet—he sincerely hoped so. If he did not find a home here, he was not sure what to do—he had to be accepted here. The youth shifted his weight, trying to quell the nervousness growing steadily in him.
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He was sorry to hear about the boy’s mother, but it was not an uncommon thing with incomplete families. His own mother had chosen to do something that in the end got her kicked out, and his father had been even worse. Only Emwe was left of his closest family now. All they could do was to try to survive. He could understand the boy—the need to hold on at least one connection. Of course, had the alpha known the real reasons for why the D’Angelo was here, his thoughts would have been quite different. While the caramel coated male knew Larkspur’s name and function, he knew little of the man. He was curious as to what he wished to learn, but of course, he wouldn’t poke his nose into the youth’s personal life more than what was necessary.
The ability to both read and write at such a young age was fairly impressive. Conor too had early learned this, and it had opened up a whole new world—a place where he was able to escape from the cruel life he had lived when Haku was still here to fuck things up. The alpha nodded, thinking these were good skills. The youth shifted his weight, and lavender eyes refocused; took in the boy’s hidden impatience. He remained silent for a few moments more, unable to let this go just yet. ”And does Jefferson know of your departure? What about the rest of your family?” Surely he had siblings there? He was not certain of this however, but it was worth a try to see the boy’s reaction. Jefferson, an uncle Conor had never yet met, should already be aware of this though.
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And there was the question Harlowe had not wanted to hear. He had not told Jefferson or anyone else of his intent to leave the Valley pack, although it was certainly clear that Rio knew such a thing. He might have even whispered it to her; he could not clearly remember. Either way, it was obvious to her he wouldn't be back, and so he thought this news would spread about eventually, however detrimental it truly was to him. And so it would not be a lie to his new Alpha to tell him his sister knew and she would spread the news along; after all, was it not normal for youths of his age to leave their home? He was ten months old now, nearly a full year old, and this was usually the age at which young canines left to seek their own fortune. He did not think it was so strange, but perhaps Conor was more perceptive than Harlowe was.
“No, but my sister knows I left. I assume she will tell my other sisters of my departure,” he said honestly. That was about all the family he had anymore—his father was in Crimson Dreams, and Harlowe simply didn't know much about that place. There was no pull to this place as there was to Larkspur; if the sable-furred man had been in the Dreams pack, that was where Harlowe would have gone.
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While the soul before him was young, he could no longer be considered a child. He listened as it was revealed that only a sibling knew. That was no ordinary way of leaving one’s home behind, but what did the young Dahlian know of such things? He would not shower others with wisdom that he did not possess. While he was Dahlia’s leader he was no less a young male without a clear perspective of the world. He would not suffer from arrogance, and tried his best to do things right. Lavender eyes observed the young male before him, quiet and calculating. He could not refuse the male a home if this was what he wanted. ”I see,” was all he said, shifting his weight slightly as gaze wandered down to Harlowe’s possessions.
”If you want to stay here with your uncle, I shall not refuse you,” he announced quietly, wondering if Larkspur was aware of what was coming his way. The boy seemed decent enough, though the older male was unable to correctly place that subtle nervousness. ”But I hope you left Phoenix Valley peacefully without loose ends,” For the sake of civility he thought he’d like to take a trek to Phoenix Valley, use this as an excuse to meet this unknown half-uncle leading the pack.
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The nervousness threatened to rise in him again, apprehension at whether or not he would find acceptance in this place. The creamy-shaded youth had never imagined it would be difficult; he had rather no idea how it actually worked when accepting people to the pack, as he'd never attended to such duties within Phoenix Valley. They were probably better off without him—no, he could say that with certainty now. Harlowe could not interpret Conor's expression nor his words, and they served to increase that nervousness. A frown crept over his chocolate-furred muzzle, and he wondered what he had done wrong. There was no outright disapproval, but something in Conor's face or body language indicated to Harlowe that things could have been handled better. Then the man spoke again, and the nervousness evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief. He would be allowed to stay here in Dahlia de Mai, and he would be able to learn from Larkspur! “Thanks so much,” the tawny-furred wolf said, his tail wagging behind him in a puppyish manner. So much of Harlowe's demeanor was far from the tormented and strange youth who had confronted Rio, but then again, so much of the tension had drained away in those long moments with her—he had felt it ebb from him and flow into her, and it had been relieving, to say the least. He hardly heard Conor's next words, his mind instead focusing intensely on Larkspur. “Yes. Would you know where I could look for Larkspur?” the chocolate-tipped youth asked, his jade eyes scanning the treeline rather anxiously, seeking the man already.
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The boy seemed content with the male’s decision, and he was glad. It was always inspiring with new souls in the pack, and he hoped this was the proper choice to make. There were no concrete reasons for denying the youth, and Conor liked to see opportunities instead of obstacles. He knew little, in fact, of the other packs in ‘Souls. Crimson Dreams and Inferni were the groups he knew best. The Dreamer pack held family he interacted with, and Inferni and Dahlia had forged a relationship of blood. He smiled at the relieved boy, and was quick to turn his face towards the Dahlian territory. ”I believe Larkspur has a cabin in St. Pepin's Vineyards,” the yearling suggested; wishing he was more confident about this. ”It is to the west, so all you have to do is to follow the territory border.” Though exactly where the salt and pepper male was located, the alpha knew not. ”Would you like me to accompany you?” While he did not know the exact spot, he knew the Dahlian lands well.
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Harlowe was overjoyed—this was an entirely new emotion for the cream-furred youth. Prior to Naniko's departure he had only known an unwavering medium, neither happy nor sad. His own emotion was subtle and barelty palpable by the chocolate-dipped youth. And then his mother had departed and he had learned sadness, despair even. Now he was learning ecstasy, the joy of acceptance on his merits and his merits alone.
Conor told him where to find Larkspur, and naturally, Harlowe had no idea where this place was. His face must have shown disappointment, for the alpha offered to take him to this place. Although Harlowe was certainly still nervous, he smiled now, and it was less a mechanical smile than before. He had not cracked and lost his composure yet; he would not. “If you don't have more pressing matters to attend,” he said. He did not truly desire Conor's companionship, but he knew without the man's assistance he would likely end up wandering for hours until he found Larkspur.
“It would be a good opportunity to learn about my new home,” the youth said, waiting patiently for Conor to lead the way.
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”Not at all,” the caramel hued alpha replied gently to the youth. While he was vividly aware of the drop of tension in the other, it was far from gone. He chose not to ponder though. They were strangers and this would not change within few minutes. A nod and a smile of approval were given to the youth’s final words. He would have plenty of time to get to know Harlowe better. All the youth desired was to find his uncle and settle in, and the leader could well understand that. It was not unusual for the golden male to take a little tour with Dahlia’s newest members and tell them about the pack lands, but he doubted the boy would want to be shown around. That would be Larkspur’s job. And then Harlowe and Conor finds Larkspur’s house and Conor says bye and goes home and stuff.
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