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Though it might appear so, Snake didn’t care whatsoever that Inferni used offense as their defense against the other canines of the area. Violence was not something so new and repugnant to him—it was a second atmosphere, something that he had lived in his whole life and never took much notice to. The reason for his asking was merely that one would expect the leaders of a clan geared against other species to be entirely of that denomination—it’s not as if you come across race gangs in jail being led by someone of a different race than its members. Still, the explanation that Gabriel offered him made sense. Though his opinion of Kaena was neutral—cast somewhat into the positive, as she had graciously allowed him to stay here upon his blank resume—the Aquila’s own opinion was very different. Snake’s eyes did not miss the grimace appear on his face, and he briefly wondered what that relationship must be like. So very different than Snake’s own—he, who neither loved nor hated his family. To be in relation with Snake was a very gray thing; the unemotional boy’s aloofness made sure of that.
Of course the question had to rise: “Then why did you choose to stay here and make war with them?” As someone who did not have that choice—and as a full-blooded coyote who might find himself in danger outside Inferni’s boundaries—he was genuinely intrigued. Such interest was not a common occurrence for him, but still. Snake was all about survival, and if it was possible that he could impersonate a wolf and that would increase his chances of living longer, he would take it. Why would Gabriel—who could stand for a wolf, a dog, or a coyote, as far as Snake could tell—remain here and risk himself?
Perhaps the missing piece of the puzzle was something that Snake could not see. He didn’t see far past himself, so the appendages of family, heritage, comrades, or any of these things were quite alien to him. Which was much the reason for his confusion.
Though it might appear so, Snake didn’t care whatsoever that Inferni used offense as their defense against the other canines of the area. Violence was not something so new and repugnant to him—it was a second atmosphere, something that he had lived in his whole life and never took much notice to. The reason for his asking was merely that one would expect the leaders of a clan geared against other species to be entirely of that denomination—it’s not as if you come across race gangs in jail being led by someone of a different race than its members. Still, the explanation that Gabriel offered him made sense. Though his opinion of Kaena was neutral—cast somewhat into the positive, as she had graciously allowed him to stay here upon his blank resume—the Aquila’s own opinion was very different. Snake’s eyes did not miss the grimace appear on his face, and he briefly wondered what that relationship must be like. So very different than Snake’s own—he, who neither loved nor hated his family. To be in relation with Snake was a very gray thing; the unemotional boy’s aloofness made sure of that.
Of course the question had to rise: “Then why did you choose to stay here and make war with them?” As someone who did not have that choice—and as a full-blooded coyote who might find himself in danger outside Inferni’s boundaries—he was genuinely intrigued. Such interest was not a common occurrence for him, but still. Snake was all about survival, and if it was possible that he could impersonate a wolf and that would increase his chances of living longer, he would take it. Why would Gabriel—who could stand for a wolf, a dog, or a coyote, as far as Snake could tell—remain here and risk himself?
Perhaps the missing piece of the puzzle was something that Snake could not see. He didn’t see far past himself, so the appendages of family, heritage, comrades, or any of these things were quite alien to him. Which was much the reason for his confusion.
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