04-10-2008, 03:49 PM
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Silently, he watched Tayui speak with Zexion. It was good to have someone familiar with the lands join them, giving them benefits in quickly finding a territory and learning its secrets. Kieran couldn't be sure, but the gray wolf didn't appear to be completely happy with the change in events. But he was still here, forming a pack with a band of strangers. It was peculiar, sure, but they were all here because they wanted to be here. If not, they could just as easily leave without a word of goodbye or a backward glance.
But they were here, forming a cozy little alliance and he was glad. He was glad for a fresh start, for finding out that many citizens of Bleeding Souls made it out alive, for stumbling onto this newly-forming pack of friends and strangers. Things were changing and, for once, he was glad for it.
His attention turned to wolf known as Pilot, listening intently and nodding in agreement. A diverse territory would perfect for the newly budding pack. And then, there were ranks. Yes, ranks would be an essential thing to get sorted out along with the territory, if they indeed planned on forming a pack together. Kieran remained silent, content to allow the leaders to hammer out the details of the still forming pack for now. He was simply glad to find himself becoming part of a pack so soon after the flames had ravaged their old home. As long as he was in the company of packmates, he would be fine.
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Silently, he watched Tayui speak with Zexion. It was good to have someone familiar with the lands join them, giving them benefits in quickly finding a territory and learning its secrets. Kieran couldn't be sure, but the gray wolf didn't appear to be completely happy with the change in events. But he was still here, forming a pack with a band of strangers. It was peculiar, sure, but they were all here because they wanted to be here. If not, they could just as easily leave without a word of goodbye or a backward glance.
But they were here, forming a cozy little alliance and he was glad. He was glad for a fresh start, for finding out that many citizens of Bleeding Souls made it out alive, for stumbling onto this newly-forming pack of friends and strangers. Things were changing and, for once, he was glad for it.
His attention turned to wolf known as Pilot, listening intently and nodding in agreement. A diverse territory would perfect for the newly budding pack. And then, there were ranks. Yes, ranks would be an essential thing to get sorted out along with the territory, if they indeed planned on forming a pack together. Kieran remained silent, content to allow the leaders to hammer out the details of the still forming pack for now. He was simply glad to find himself becoming part of a pack so soon after the flames had ravaged their old home. As long as he was in the company of packmates, he would be fine.
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