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Her question was relevant, but Heath needed to think hard to make his answer just as pertinent. When he thought of his leader he thought of how the King had some sort of parental hold on his mate, how Jac had hated him and punched him in hopes of driving Heath away from the woman he loved. His leader was a drunk, radical and in the coy-wolf’s mind slightly insane. But he had a decent heart, courage and was wise enough not to get locked into the wars of clans and packs beyond their borders. He had always stayed away from him, and Heath found that an intelligent decision. If they lead any differently, Heath couldn’t honestly gage it. And so he answered,
“I don’t think so.” His shoulders shrugged ever so slightly,
“But we have a Kingdom, not a pack lands. Not an Alpha but a King.” Heath attempted to explain that though there was the same sort of hierarchy, it had its differences.

In the moments of silence Heath only gave into the instinctual desire to feast. His stomach needed filing, and her mind could not predict the needs of his pack so far away. The meat would not be fresh if he tried to hall it to his and Ruri’s cabin, and so the wolf took what he could with the intention of leaving her what he could not eat.

Her painted face looked at him with the same sort of smile, the pink beyond the corner of her eye a trait that Heath had yet to focus on and notice. Such things were common, as were clothing and jewelry, making it had for him to notice anything at all. Though weapons would always stand out for the male. But honey eyes caught the decoration and were held until she mentioned the wapiti. Her eyes found his, her last notion a sort of warning. The flinging stick was not something to be messed with, though Heath would need to see it in action to truly understand what damage could be done with it.
“I am a bit more familiar with swords and knives. But use neither as a weapon. Hunting has always been a pack affair,” he paused looking at the kill he had hoped to bring down all himself,
“usually.” he corrected with a confirming tone.










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