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Harlowe D'Angelo · 05-26-2010, 08:19 AM

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The tawny-furred wolf peered over the pages of his book at the woman. He knew nothing about her, but there was something in her appearance which had suggested to him that she did not read often, and so he had said such a thing. Now that the youth spoke freely to both family and strangers rather than exclusively to family, he found himself occasionally abusive of his powers of speech. Thoughts that ought to have remained in his mind were voiced in excitement or simple miscalculation, such as the time when he had asked the wrong question of Larkspur when attempting to discern more about Khalif. “You don't look like you read very often,” he said, rolling his bony and narrow shoulders in a shrug. “Mother says not a lot of canines do it,” he added, as if this strengthened his explanation—Harlowe simply didn't see what was wrong or faulty with his statement. He might have been intelligent but he was incredibly awkward where it came to relating to other canines, and his interactions were strange and off-putting at best. His olive-colored eyes gazed at her blandly, reflecting nothing—there was nothing particular showing in the chocolate-tipped man's face; the outright annoyance at her initial appearance had faded. He now failed to recognize her own annoyance toward him for having made the statement about her reading, of course—he did not understand why it was offensive to imply such a thing.

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