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As he looked the hybrid male over, turquoise eyes trailing by the hard, scarred features of his entire form, he was struck by how different they were. This man probably had more fights in his background than Kansas ever would in his entire life. Perhaps this was what had dulled the other's realization of their spar together, a lengthy list of battles before and after. Kansas had committed the duel to memory because it was the first and only of his life. There were no others to cloud his recollections. He wondered, with a tinge of uncertainty and perhaps fear, what kind of wolf the other really was. There had obviously been a change, but what did that make him now?
The man was silent until Kansas had finished speaking entirely, and then he proceeded to trace with his fingers the blatant scars upon his chest, scars that Savina had created. Kansas's lips twitched with the smile that lie in wait, feeling a swell of pride towards his sable mate. He stared at the scarring, struck by how brutal she had been. Still, the cherub could only admire her — as if seeing the scars himself had made him forget his regret that he had not been the one to put them there. Savina's might was nothing but attractive to him.
The calm about the agouti werewolf dampened his nervousness. He felt no need to prod any deeper, satisfied with the male's final recognition. The last remnants of uncertainty and resentment faded into nothingness as the bottle was offered to him in redemption, an offer that he denied with a small shake of his his head. No, thanks. Instead, he sunk slowly to rest in the softness of the grass, crossing his legs for comfort. Drinking had no appeal right now. He wished to train his full attention upon the still nameless Were, and to get a sense of his character.
So... what's your name? he asked, at last smiling, chuckling a little bit. Sitting calmly with one who had once so fueled his anger, asking for his name — it seemed ironic. Despite the strangeness, Kansas did not think it was misplaced. The dissipation of the grudge gave him a light, content feeling. This was how it should be.
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