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He had listened when the woman had told him the name of an Alpha that she had met. He'd never heard of the wolven that this woman was talking about, this Skye Collins, second in command of some art pack. Mars shook his head. Never heard of 'em. he quickly commented as he let his steel eyes look at the woman who was in front of himself and his own steed. He shrugged his shoulders. He was curious as to know what pack she was talking about, but since she had forgotten the name of the pack, then he could only assume that she did not know too much more about the pack. Then again, assuming did make an ass out of you and me, so if Mars particularly cared about being known as an ass or not, then he might of asked her about further details, if there was any. Mars let his fingers die down on the song yet again because of the weird question that the woman asked him next. She had asked where his name was from, or specifically if it was from Russia. Mars looked at the woman still. Russo is from Russia. Mars is Roman. the man spoke to the woman, quickly, calmly, and bluntly. He knew not of why his mother had named him a Roman name if they were American, but who the fuck knew what went through Lyndi's head when she had a wolf child instead of her favorited husky children. They didn't have weird names like Mars did. They actually had pretty normal names if he had to comment on some of them.
Mars had completely stopped playing his guitar by now, and was finding this conversation to be quite boring to his mind. He huffed lightly and looked down at the back of Vox's head. He took a few hairs from the stallion's mane and started to twirl it boredly in his fingers. The wolfdog pretty much ran out of things to say. He sat there in silence, and he let his eyes move back on the gray wolfess once again. He still didn't know what to say to the woman.