OOC: awh, thanks, your posts are pretty awesome too 
+3
The woman congratulated the unmated couple. They aren't mates. Mars added in bitterly to the equation, maybe a subtle sign that he was not happy about Orin having Shawchert's puppies. It was more of a one night fling. It just really made him dislike Shaw. That's all that this situation did for the man. Mars had a frown on his face as he looked down at his guitar and played it. Mars was glad that she moved on to talk about Krystalle, since she was a slightly less sore subject only because he did have to deal with her now, and there was nothing that was going to change that he supposed because she was a tag along that had followed him all the way from California to Nova Scotia to be with him, so he guessed early on that she was there to stay. I met her in Los Angeles, she was born somewhere else though. I think it was Nevada. the man spoke to her, shrugging his shoulders signaling that he wasn't sure if his information was right (even though it was) then the man decided to say something else, so he opened his mouth again. Her name is Krystalle Horzana. were the words to fall from the man's calm tongue as he played his guitar along with the woman, hims leading and her adding her own flare to the sound that he created.
It wouldn't be too much of a silence before the woman would speak about what had happened to her own pack that had them in dismay. Someone went in and killed one of the leader's puppies. I'm sorry to hear. was the automatic response that Mars could give the woman. It was sad when puppies were murdered, especially when they were the leaders pups. Mars shook his head, and sighed lightly. He let his fingers strum over the white guitar that he made sure to repaint when it started to chip. It took him a lot of effort to keep his guitar looking the way it did.
The man looked up to see his little coal colored friend out in the yard and he played to Axel, who had turned his head to look at the male whom he had grown accustomed to. A stray baa was put in the air by the sheep, and Mars gave a short chuckle about it and then he looked over to the woman. He was silent though, for he really didn't know what else to say to the woman. Instead, he continued to play his guitar with the Crimson Dreamer.
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