coat-hanger halos

[Bane Kiles]

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OoC IC At the strange male's question, Bane waved his hand towards the opposite side of his fire. "Please do." A simple reply. In his head he pondered how many he had met this way here. The fire was a thing that would attract the cold and the hungry. It was instinct. On a different note, it was nice to be able to put a name to the scent that hovered in the air here, battling the saltwater for supremacy; Dahlia de Mai. There were quite a few packs in this area, all very distant. Life here was a vast change from what he was used to. "Bane Kiles. It's a pleasure, Mr Varg. Are you hungry?" As he added the last question, he nodded towards the skinned deer. The insinuation was obvious: the food was welcome to the stranger. Bane came from a place where food was scarce, a problem when one was as large as the dark wolf was. As a result, the man was used to being hungry, and accustomed well to a lack of food. Friends -- allies, in his mind -- were more important than a full stomach, and he would leave as many good impressions as possible. Besides, it was nice to see a fullblood wolf around once in a while.

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