lol he has his moments, just like Niro xD
The redheaded man rolled his shoulders in a wolf shrug, knowing little about the cannibal lifestyle and eating habits. But he was mostly sure that there had been enough game in Halifax to tide over even a lunatic in the winter. In all likeliness there were rabbits still in the parks and on the outskirts of the city that did not sleep in this time of year. So it was fairly hard to understand a loony that wanted to eat another canine in attempts to quell a hunger. But the redhead figured that it was equally hard to understand because the other guy had been, in fact, a loony. "So long as you got out okay then," he said amicably, still rather cheerful about it all. It really was a comical thing to think about, even if it was traumatizing at the time. Strel knew he would laugh about it later if it had happened to him, among a lot of bitter name calling of the insane loner.
As it was, he had no idea about the other man's intimate moments with other women, just as he would have been sure few knew the full extent of who he had been with and how that had all had gone down. He did not share things like that lightly, but it happened often enough that he no longer cared terribly. Sure, as he ranked up through the past two years, it had been a little more of a concern for him, so he kept his mouth shut more often. Though, enough people knew about him and his liaisons that he just let them think about what was appropriate to share and what they ought to keep to themselves to keep from harming him. He trusted the ones who knew it all, and few others knew, so he breathed easily most of the time. At least in regards to that. As such, the redhead did not judge others on how promiscuous they were, considering his own track record.
Strelein chuckled a bit, thinking of the comparison to wolves and then the birds. "We have it easier, don't we?" he said, unaware of just how easy it really was, considering he was, unknowingly, a father himself. "We seem to be able to pop out kiddlings at a record pace. Maybe we'll become as populous as the humans before us," he joked, thinking it would be a marvel to see the Luperci pick up the pieces of the shattered homo sapian race. They were the minority now, for sure. There was no future for the humans anymore. They killed themselves off into obscurity and the canines were going to shine again with their parting gifts. "I mean, look at how many were born this year alone. It's pretty impressive," he nodded, rubbing his chin a tad.
The bird kept on watching him, and it was still rather unnerving, but it seemed to help Niro actually touch his own bird. "Why? Marahute like attention more than him or does he have a thing about touching?" he inquired, eying the bird with lavender hued eyes. Sure was a pretty bird, but they could do damage, and that seemed to make affectionate actions hard, especially if they didn't like it. "You should get pigeons. I heard they can make good messengers. Or someone told me, I don't remember." It was just something someone in Toronto had said, but the redhead doubted it was possible, considering how stupid a pigeon was. And he had not seen it done. Who knew?
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