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Ironically enough, Snake was usually quite mysterious without trying. It wasn’t that he had anything about himself, be it personality or history, to hide. Actually, he would divulge almost any detail about himself if someone just managed to ask. It was that which created a barrier between him and others—no one asked, though perhaps he intimidated them into doing so. He had no secrets, though he could keep them flawlessly if he was given any. He hoped that Daisuke would do the same as well, because he’d get in deep shit if there was a sudden wave of wolves coming in with rumors of mysterious warm waters in Inferni. Some might even find the coyotes to be practicing witchcraft to make this happen, which might instigate judgment and attack. Yes, that would be very bad indeed.
“Good,” Snake said, placing trust in the wolf after a moment’s hesitation. It was either trust him or have a heart attack by worrying, so he would take the route that did not include cardiac arrest. He glanced at his friend, seeing the curiosity that was seeming to burst at the seams when he mentioned not to reach down too deep. He frowned, crossing his arms. He had thought it obvious, but he wasn’t going to just leave him gasping for answers like that. “What, don’t you feel you should be cautious around it? It’s weird, warm water in the middle of winter. It could be… bewitched, or… something like that.” He seemed uncomfortable saying it, but it was mostly because he saw his superstitious attitude as weak sometimes. He did not like things he could not understand—it was all weakness. The perfect soldier was the one who was aware and knowledgeable.
What he said seemed to please Daisuke enough—or perhaps more than enough. Snake was dully surprised when the golden-furred wolf dodged forward and gave him a lick on the cheek, though he did not show any emotion on his face. Actually, it was just as stoic and stony of an expression as always, during and after. Quite frankly, he did not understand the action. It must be one of those things that he didn’t experience as other creatures did; he had never felt the desire to do such a thing. But he did not say anything—he treated it like a custom of a foreign people, going with it, but not approving or condemning. He remained, face frozen and arms crossed, until saying, “Okay, okay. Chill.” He paused, gauging how far the sun had progressed before continuing, “You got your little adventure for the day. I think I should probably escort you off of the clan grounds ‘lest our good luck finally run sour.” Sure, they hadn’t encountered any Inferni coyotes yet, but Snake didn’t like the odds. Whatever blessing was following them to safeguard from discovery would sooner or later wear off, he believed.
Ironically enough, Snake was usually quite mysterious without trying. It wasn’t that he had anything about himself, be it personality or history, to hide. Actually, he would divulge almost any detail about himself if someone just managed to ask. It was that which created a barrier between him and others—no one asked, though perhaps he intimidated them into doing so. He had no secrets, though he could keep them flawlessly if he was given any. He hoped that Daisuke would do the same as well, because he’d get in deep shit if there was a sudden wave of wolves coming in with rumors of mysterious warm waters in Inferni. Some might even find the coyotes to be practicing witchcraft to make this happen, which might instigate judgment and attack. Yes, that would be very bad indeed.
“Good,” Snake said, placing trust in the wolf after a moment’s hesitation. It was either trust him or have a heart attack by worrying, so he would take the route that did not include cardiac arrest. He glanced at his friend, seeing the curiosity that was seeming to burst at the seams when he mentioned not to reach down too deep. He frowned, crossing his arms. He had thought it obvious, but he wasn’t going to just leave him gasping for answers like that. “What, don’t you feel you should be cautious around it? It’s weird, warm water in the middle of winter. It could be… bewitched, or… something like that.” He seemed uncomfortable saying it, but it was mostly because he saw his superstitious attitude as weak sometimes. He did not like things he could not understand—it was all weakness. The perfect soldier was the one who was aware and knowledgeable.
What he said seemed to please Daisuke enough—or perhaps more than enough. Snake was dully surprised when the golden-furred wolf dodged forward and gave him a lick on the cheek, though he did not show any emotion on his face. Actually, it was just as stoic and stony of an expression as always, during and after. Quite frankly, he did not understand the action. It must be one of those things that he didn’t experience as other creatures did; he had never felt the desire to do such a thing. But he did not say anything—he treated it like a custom of a foreign people, going with it, but not approving or condemning. He remained, face frozen and arms crossed, until saying, “Okay, okay. Chill.” He paused, gauging how far the sun had progressed before continuing, “You got your little adventure for the day. I think I should probably escort you off of the clan grounds ‘lest our good luck finally run sour.” Sure, they hadn’t encountered any Inferni coyotes yet, but Snake didn’t like the odds. Whatever blessing was following them to safeguard from discovery would sooner or later wear off, he believed.