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Anselm considered the boy's words for a moment, his eyes lighting up and a small grin finding its way to his face as realisation set in. Staying out of the way. "Don't worry about it," he said dismissively, shaking his head. "It's just with all the nonsense that's always going down around here, I can only afford to assume the worst. Anselm de le Poer," he said, thrusting his hand forward for a good shake. Though a very humanoid gesture, the wolf felt it was a good way to symbolise a lack of animosity between the pair. At this point, he was even relieved that Hezekiah didn't seem hell-bent on world domination or otherwise mad--a little bit of sanity and rationality went a long way for the bronze hybrid.
At any rate, he didn't expect a barrage of information in return. Though he'd initially gotten into the habit of reporting exclusively to Gabriel, he was slowly beginning to realise that if the entire clan were educated on their political standings, perhaps things would run smoother overall. It was unfortunate then (or maybe ironic) that his first targeted pupil already seemed disinclined to go looking for trouble. If only he'd known better--he could focus these talks toward someone who needed to hear it more (like Halo).
"So, you found a den to bunker down for winter yet?" he wondered. Shelter would become increasingly important as the nights grew and the heat waned; before very long, temperatures would plummet and the green peninsula would be blanketed in white. Perhaps Kaena had already explained to him where most of them took up residence (or the other options available), but failing that, Anselm was more than willing to put forth any more information that could be useful to the boy. It was the least he could do after his previous overreaction.
Anselm considered the boy's words for a moment, his eyes lighting up and a small grin finding its way to his face as realisation set in. Staying out of the way. "Don't worry about it," he said dismissively, shaking his head. "It's just with all the nonsense that's always going down around here, I can only afford to assume the worst. Anselm de le Poer," he said, thrusting his hand forward for a good shake. Though a very humanoid gesture, the wolf felt it was a good way to symbolise a lack of animosity between the pair. At this point, he was even relieved that Hezekiah didn't seem hell-bent on world domination or otherwise mad--a little bit of sanity and rationality went a long way for the bronze hybrid.
At any rate, he didn't expect a barrage of information in return. Though he'd initially gotten into the habit of reporting exclusively to Gabriel, he was slowly beginning to realise that if the entire clan were educated on their political standings, perhaps things would run smoother overall. It was unfortunate then (or maybe ironic) that his first targeted pupil already seemed disinclined to go looking for trouble. If only he'd known better--he could focus these talks toward someone who needed to hear it more (like Halo).
"So, you found a den to bunker down for winter yet?" he wondered. Shelter would become increasingly important as the nights grew and the heat waned; before very long, temperatures would plummet and the green peninsula would be blanketed in white. Perhaps Kaena had already explained to him where most of them took up residence (or the other options available), but failing that, Anselm was more than willing to put forth any more information that could be useful to the boy. It was the least he could do after his previous overreaction.