[J]Fallen Comfort and Snow Piles

[Conor Soul]

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Perhaps the other expected unfair treatment. Tension was vivid, but Conor did not really understand why this was. Perhaps the stranger expected hostility, but the Dahlian would do no such thing. Only once had he behaved cruelly towards a stranger by these lands, and that was when an unknown loner had broken into the territory and fought one of the pack’s members. The loner had escaped with his life even if the autumn shaded man had to admit that perhaps that was a mistake on his behalf. Was he too passive? Saluce had sort of suggested as much, but it was difficult for the alpha to adjust to.

Drusus could climb trees and knew how to handle the bow and the sling. That was much more than nothing, but he reacted when the other male actually spoke these words. Certainly there was more to this male than that. ”Certainly you are somewhat skilled in basic survival?” he commented, though turned it into a question with the rising tones of his tranquil voice. ”Do you know much about pack life?” If Conor had been asked to guess, he would have thought that this wolf not necessarily had been in a group with other canines before, but it would be unfair to assume anything.