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Vigilante listened with interest about the meaning behind the area’s newest pack, knowing that he would soon need to make a venture that way, especially if they had settled close. Cour des Miracles was on good terms with both Crimson Dreams and AniWaya, and he certainly would not mind if his band of misfits working together could form a good relationship with another pack. Of course, it was even more important that the packs be friendly with one another, as Niro’s sister had moved there. For the sake of the brother and sister duo, their packs would do well to be on good terms with one another. “We would never turn her away if she were to return,” he said reassuringly. The King understood the bond between siblings and he would never intentionally be a part of keeping them away from each other. The bond was far too precious a thing.
The obvious nervousness that Niro was feeling concerned the dog King, as he did not know what to expect from the way he had spoken. Vigilante remained quiet until the mohawked wolf began to speak again, though he felt himself bristle inwardly at the mention of Lolita. Evidently she had been around here and she was admitting to others of their relation, something he did not expect. His creamy niece hated him with all of her being, or so she had certainly led him to believe. The uncle was not surprised to hear of them sharing a drink in that it was not an astonishing thing to consider Lolita doing, though he would admit that he did not expect it of Niro. He did not know the grey male well, though, so he supposed he should not be surprised by it. To hear Lolita described as nice was also a surprise, though he would not show it, keeping his expression stoic as he listened.
Daughters. It took the King a full moment to process the information and he felt a flare of protection surge. The daughters Niro spoke of were his and Lolita’s. “You… and Lolita… Have daughters,” he repeated, the information stunning him. “How old?” was all he could ask, shock registering on his face in ways it never did. The man of masks could not hide the shock he was feeling, hurt coming along with it. He had great-nieces, and he had not known. “She would never tell me… I wonder if I will ever see them.”
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