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His jade-colored eyes sought the pale-brown form of the other woman as she neared him, watching her with a rather blank and uninterested face. He wanted to go back to reading his book, but to fail to greet her would have been rude, and Mother would not have wanted him to have poor manners.
So she spoke, and introduced herself as one from Cour des Miracles. The sandy-furred canine was drawing a blank where that was concerned. He didn't know much about any of the other packs. His mother hadn't spoken a lot about Inferni, but she had said that there was nothing wrong with coyotes, and he held no prejudice for that pack as of yet. Crimson Dreams held his father, and Dahlia de Mai held his fake-uncle and his distant cousin. They were alright, but he had only met a few different members of each pack. He had never been to Cour des Miracles or AniWaya, and he knew nothing about them.
“Harlowe D'Angelo,” he said. “Phoenix Valley,” he added as an afterthought. Where he was from had very little to do with what he was or what he would become; his family and the blood than ran in his veins was decades older than Phoenix Valley. “You don't look like the reading type,” he stated, eyes roving over her dress and her pretty hair. There was clear muliebrity in this woman; her features were delicate and her form was slight, accentuated by the womanly clothing she wore.
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