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It was obvious to the King that the tribal man was not looking to cause trouble, thankfully. There had never been any past troubles with the tribe, though, so it did not surprise him at all. The Miracles pack had not had much trouble at all, in fact, since it had been founded, though there could have potentially been problems a year prior during the war that raged to the north. Jacquez had been the King then, and he and a few other members of the pack had gotten involved on a personal level. Vigilante had been the Constable then and he had been a big advocate of remaining uninvolved, and he had not been the only one to wish for that. He had been glad to avoid troubles with the coyote clan and pack of wolves to the north.
Vigilante smiled amicably, finding the tribal man’s manners to be quite welcome as he spoke. “It is a pleasure to meet you, as well,” he replied, jade eyes following the landscape around them as J’Adore continued to speak. The King did not know how badly the other packs in the area had been hit, and he was unaware of the fact that the southern packs had not been hit nearly as bad as the northern packs. He was simply glad that it had not done as much damage to his lands as it could have, though what it did do was not to be discounted. Noah looked around as well, desperately trying to act as grown up as his father was and trying to be a part of this adult exchange. This was all he really knew, though: Snow. He had been born in winter and it was all he had been exposed to by way of weather, so it did not seem out of the ordinary for a storm as bad as that one to hit. Noah was far too young to realize how damaging the storm had been, and his father was grateful for that, in some respects. Though, he did wish that Noah would have listened to his instructions and stayed at the hotel with his mother and Liam.
A look of concern crossed the male’s features at the explanation that followed. Though he did not know much about the tribe’s way of life, he could imagine that a Great Fire would be important, and for it to be extinguished by the storm was most unfortunate. He did not have to be a member of the pack to know that, nor did he have to know J’Adore well to feel a touch of concern at his disappointment in himself as of late. “What is troubling you?” the King questioned. “Yeah, maybe we can help,” Noah spoke up then, though he did not truly know what they would be able to do. He was assuming that his father would know, because his father knew everything. Vigilante was his idol, and Noah wanted to be just like him someday.
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