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Keeping it short and sweet c: It's our preplanned thread, so lets move it along and get it dooone!

Silvano had offered to give extra bandages to the AniWayans, even though the had been over for a little while. They might still need more, and it was a symbol of good faith. He had been keeping track of their supply of them for a little while and knew that they had plenty. Any extras the Tribe didn't use could be dolled out to the Miracles people, in case they didn't have any. But they were down a healer, weren't they? Maybe they did indeed need the bandages. The Sadira was out of his own, thankfully, and knew the need to keep a constant change on hand to keep the wounds from becoming infected from old decaying blood.

And he managed to cajole Giselle into coming along with him, which was something of a feat. She was still terribly apprehensive about leaving anywhere, especially outside of the manor, let alone the border of the pack. So, he took her along, and kept a tight hold onto her hand to give her some courage. Plus he wanted an excuse just to do it. And he made sure to bring one of his obsidian daggers, feeling it's presence rather keenly by his side. He was not used to carrying weaponry on his person, but it was the memory of the dagger itself. No longer was the Sadira able to discern which of the two daggers he acquired had been the ones to dig into his back.

"We're just going to drop these off, okay?" he said gently to the pale woman as they strolled through the woods west to the Tribe.

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Lo siento about the delay... I had muse issuuuues

Silvano had not heard the coming of the AniWayan, but he had been so focused on keeping the woman at his arm calm. He had wanted to take her out to show her that it was safe again, but he doubted she would be bubbling around on her own for quite some time still. He patted her hand lovingly, trying to be reassuring, but he was himself worried; kind of a problem in that situation. It was probably a rabbit, the thing that made the sound. Giselle clung to him with much more vigor than before and was practically leaping into his arms. He patted her arm gently, letting her lean in on him with a patient smile. "It's nothing, sweet."

The Sadira sighed slightly, looking up toward where the woods had shook enough to scare the pale woman. "It's nothing, se-" he paused suddenly seeing the strange canine that he had captured during the raid on his home. His eyes widened as Claudius shouted at him, his voice stuttering as it always was. "You!" he countered, rather dumbly as he froze looking at the man. Silvano put up his hands in the Tribesman's direction. "I"m not here to cause trouble! I'm bringing supplies!" he yelled back, furrowing his brows in frustration.

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I don't know where I found the muse x___x

Giselle cowered behind him, and the man didn't bother to pull her away from his back. She would come out on her own, if she wanted. Ears still flattened back in embarrassment and shame, the Sadira looked at the cowering, stuttering wolf. It was almost a look of pity, though it was mixed with a terribly large amount of concern, especially if the other male made mention of how the two of them knew each other. He had never told the pretty white woman what he had done during the war. She knew about his most gruesome act, and he thought that more than she had ever needed to know or see.

"Yes, we're bringing you supplies!" he growled out, pulling out the satchel on his back and opening it to show the miserable creature the white rolls within. "See? Bandages!" Silvano did not want to be nice to this wolf, not the way he was acting toward two peaceful creatures intent on peaceful missions. Where did he get off? "I'm not here to do anything. Why would I bring her? Besides, my mother is always over there! Why are you trying to keep me away? Especially when we bring you supplies." He shoot the male a narrowed look, daring him to say anything. Daring him.

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This wolf was going insane, that was definitely clear. Claudius gave a barking laugh at his comments, which only made the Sadira grimace at it all. True, he had captured the tribesman on their land during a time of war, but what had he done that was all that terrible? Sure, he had bound him and interrogated him. Maybe he had tied the ropes too tight, and true, the stranger had been crying at the time (it was all very unmanly and demeaned the both of them). He should have just freed him, is probably what the other man thought. But it made absolutely no sense to Silvano. Why was this man yelling at him? Calling him these things? Insulting him when he came here on a mission of pure goodwill with the girl who should not know all that came to be.

"I have done nothing wrong to the rest of your people. When I met you, I was not cruel, evil. I didn't beat you. I didn't do more than tie you up and then send you to my mother. What did I do that was so wrong?" cried the emerald eyed Sadira, clutching the bag in his hand, and then gripping Giselle's arm slightly. He was afraid of what she would think of him. What she had to think of him. He was lying to this man's face; he had wronged one of Claudius' people. He had killed that man and now wore his daggers at his sides. They gleamed in the light, and reminded the Sadira of his sin. Murder was not something he approved of, but he had killed the man to save Giselle from an unknown fate. Silvano did not want kill him, but the monster inside had come forth and wrought death on the stranger's head for even touching Giselle against her will.

Now, standing before Claudius, it seemed pretty foolish of him to lie as he had. "I did you no real harm. Let me pass to deliver these to my mother. She has been very stressed and I want to make sure she's alright. I don't seek to hurt any of you." His ears were folding back slightly, tasting the old lie on his tongue from before and hating the flavor. Claudius should just let it go, and accept the goodwill they had in coming here. They were not coming armed (another lie), and they came with truthful intent to help out the pack they had devastated. "I am here to help. Would you force away willing assistance?" Silvano's voice was a bit rough, only because of his terribly indignation that this man would throw such a fuss here. They were clearly not coming to harm anyone and he should have let them by. If he was here to kill, surely Claudius was still weak. Silvano could have easily slit the man's throat by now. But he hadn't, had he? The knives were still at his sides and he was still trying to be reasonable.