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Never had he imagined growing up to become a subleader of a pack across the country from the one that he had been born in, and he certainly had never expected to find happiness and a mate. His life had simply not been meant for those luxuries some knew, unfortunately. Vigilante had been raised a killer--a killer of evil, but still a killer, regardless. He never considered himself to be on the same level as those that he had sought out, though, for he never harmed the innocent and, with only one exception he had not been able to help (for no one had ever gone against the word of the Elders before), he refused to harm women and children. It had been his only rule, and it was one that he had always been incredibly adament about. Children were the innocent of the world; they epitomized all that was good, although he knew some were corrupted by bad parenting. Even they, though, did not deserve an end. Those children deserved peace in their lives.

When it came to women, however, he did not exactly know what his reasoning was. Chivalry had always been important to him, and he supposed this was a part of why he refused to target a woman. Though the Elders, as well as his parents, did not completely agree with this sentiment, they had allowed him to keep his vow to it. It had been his only rule: No women, and no kids. There had been no changing that, as far as he was concerned, and now that he had admitted to Ayita that he felt that he had to start again, it was a rule he was going to keep again. He had promised her that he would take his business a great distance from their home and the entire area, but he needed to continue. Vigilante did not know what it was that was pulling him to the need again, but it was there in the back of his mind. Now, however, there was a vital difference in the way he would be working again. He had a mate and a family, though they were not his own children. He wanted children of his own eventually. He'd found something solid to live and fight for in his family and his pack.

The Constable did not know where Russia was, but he had never been off this continent, having only come from the northern area between Alaska and Canada, so he nodded politely at her explanation. He knew very little about other countries and different languages, though he did know small bits of French, simply from listening to Ayita speak it, and a language that had sometimes come up in his birth pack. He did not know it, but the Irish language had occasionally been used back there, so he knew a tiny bit. "What can you offer Cour des Miracles, in exchange for a home?" he asked, another question he knew was important to ask.

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