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Oh, my, my, you're oh so sly.
___ Hybrid and Andre could go wolf hunting, and examine the creatures in their natural habitat, or something, haha.


Let's leave unsaid what's left unspoken.
___ What do you say to one who obviously knew who he would be, someone who would grow up to become something great and seen from afar? Hybrid could not help but smirk widely at this revelation, for he knew this child would never allow himself to fade into nothing or become something that was below him. It was reassuring to know that their Queen and Prince had passed down their viciousness to the youths, that the ideals of the clan lived on. For this, Hybrid could see that there was hope in the future, and that if everyone raised at least one child with as many noble properties as Andrezej had, they would slowly, but surely, become everything they were meant to be. Stygian and Kaena would be proud to gaze upon this creature knowing that he would carry out the wrath all wolves deserved to be subject to.
___ Hybrid did not see any reason to dissuade this boy from what he said, and knew that if he continued as he was, he would soon be travelling a road to greatness. He would require guidance along the way, and this was something Hybrid would willingly provide. Much like he was now, he would tell the child what he needed to know, to assist him to grow and become great. Of course, not all truths would be told, and many times, things would be withheld. Such was the case of the teacher and the student, the master who would only pass on the last 10% of his knowledge when he was about to pass away. Like the humans of the old, Hybrid would watch the boy, and assist him to sharpen his claws when it was necessary, telling him things when it was necessary. Even now, not all was told, but everything that was was truth.
___ "Only the truly fortunate are allowed to die. The truly wicked must be left alive to suffer," he stated with a certain nod. Should a wolf wander past the borders, they were not to be harmed. Harassed, yes, and mocked, of course, but never harmed in a way that could be traced back to a certain coyote. Wolves had to remain in constant fear of the clan, and could not be left to wander too close. If they did, for some reason, wander into their lands, and refuse to leave, that was when it was appropriate to attack, to show them the true nature of Infenri. Death was overrated, for that was a release: all trespassers could be killed, like Monet, but it was futile to do so to every one. Who would spread the words of their encounter? The dead could not speak, for they were just corpses.


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