the litter and the leaves

[Jantus]

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┤I think these two might get along pretty well XD├ Jantus was glad that the girl was alright; whatever had hurt her had done so a long time ago. He hadn't smelled blood, so he might have guessed that himself, but at least he wasn't facing anything as unusual as a wolf-mutilating deer. The werewolf's smile widened at the stranger's welcoming tone. Her question came as no surprise...inquisitive wolves--usually pups--never hesitated to ask about the covering over his left side, and once they figured out the eye was gone, inevitably the question arose as to why. "Oh, that? Got poked by a spear-point, actually," he answered, though the topic didn't seem to foul his mood any. He hadn't been sensitive concerning his injury since the first few days, when he was still coping with the thought of going through life half-blind. Since that time, he had rebounded, and his spirit never had another glum day facing the prospect. Life had gone on, and he'd felled many other opponents thereafter, though he had a few more scars on his left side than his right, nowadays. "Spear-wielders are tricky little bastards, never as far away as they look. What about you? Looks like a whole lot of people decided they didn't like you at the same time. Or are you the kind that's unpopular everywhere you go?" While his words might have been insensitive, his tone was still genial, spoken with no ill-intent. That was something that those around him needed to get used to: serious things tended to slide off his back, and he often incorrectly expected that other people would have a similarly easy time getting over them. It had taken his sister, Mala, quite a while to forgive a comment he'd made about her friend Tymara, who had fallen in a mission relating to the War of Shadows. As relaxed as he felt, he couldn't shake the strangeness of a deer being present for the conversation. Doubtless the animal couldn't understand them, and being that he'd never bothered to learn the low languages, he would be unable to understand it, either. He had heard once from an expert hunter that knowing the low speech was a crucial skill for the master hunter, but the methodology stunk to him. You couldn't learn low speech without befriending an lower animal, and it didn't sit right with him to befriend an animal whose cousins you were planning to kill. Currently, he wasn't sure how he felt about this...Alastair. In his current form he was far too slow to catch a wary deer, though he undoubtedly had the sheer physical strength to kill one if he caught it. No, he'd content himself with company for now. He'd try to catch some food later.

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