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Err...don't ask me why but for the longest time I thought it wasn't my turn yet. So so sorry >.<; | 492 words
The feeling of his father's hand running through his hair felt nice; even though he showed no signs in his face. This action reminded him of his hair and how it had grown since the last time his father colored and shaped it. As of late, he hasn't thought about his hair, whether he would cut it or grow it. There were other things that occupied his mind; like his brother's death and the two pets he has now. He turned his head to find Donder and Blitzen to see that they were staying in the background before he returned his gaze to the pack member he had never met before.
By this time, his father's hand left his head and returned to Maschine. Sascha lifted a hand and rested it on the Appaloosa's neck and gave him a gentle pet. He always liked the horse; he was a good friend for him and his father. Cotl seemed to cherish his presence like Sas did for Donder and now Blitzen. The quiet scarred boy stopped petting Maschine and listened as Cotl addressed the other male who didn't seem to agree with his father's words. Sascha couldn't help but to notice that these two do not like each other. Red eyes focused on the older male, soaking up his words and studying them. It was hard to understand what the other had said since it was low and mumbled. It was bad enough that English wasn't his first language. However, something told him that he wasn't saying anything good about him and/or his father. Ever so slightly, he tilted his head at him as he displayed his uncertainty of his words.
His attention left the stranger when his father asked to see his neck. He turned to face Cotl, tilting his head up so his he could see the tattoo. Keeping it tilt up, he softly bobbed his head in an up and down motion as if to say that the tattoo was good. He did the same head motion with his question about it being cold. Because the area lacked fur, it easily got cold during the winter. He usually tried to ignore it whenever he went out since he didn't have anything to cover it. Again, he nodded to his last question finding nothing wrong with helping his father. He was here now and despite the tension in the air, he would stay. They both seemed to pay no mind to the other Inferni member until his movements caught pulled his attention off Cotl. He dropped his chin, no longer looking up, and looked to the stranger as he made his way to the skulls. Ruby eyes slowly shifted back on his father and waited for him to lead the way or tell him what he could do to help. Sascha wasn't sure if things between the two would continue but to him, it seemed they would probably ignore one another.