Water into Wine, Cave into Home

[Liev Morozov]

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Yadda yadda yadda OOC rant Blergh 8P

There was someone, indeed. Two wolves, both males, though the age difference was more than clear. judging for their scents, they were father and son, and relatives to Naniko. The dark, older one was chopping out pieces of a fresh prey - a rabbit, actually - and handing it to the small pup.

The large male, though just one year older than the father, was still a freshman in the pack, and respect with his fellow pckmates was a must in the Russian's mind. He lowered his ears flat in his skull, only visible thanks to the difference of color between the chocolate brown ears and the pale blonde mane. Tail hung loose behind his back, but his eyes were aimed at both the boy and the man. His slow approachs seemed endless at first, but then he found himself just a yard away. Stopping, he lowered his head in a bow. "Good evening, sirs." The foreign man greeted both Anathemans, and rose his head once again. I'm Liev Morozov, one of the new Zepars. Pleased to meet you both." Thick accent in the deep yet gentle voice ressounded on the wide chamber. And yes, he'd treat the child as respectfully as the older black man unless stated otherwise. Respect and politeness came first of all things in the man's mind, as well as obedience and honor. Besides, as far as he knew, the pup could of be the next Angelo. Who knows? He had just been introduced in the pack, and he knew the minimun, if not nothing at all, about Anathema.