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------It seemed a little strange to be interested in Inferni and its members, but not to necessarily join the clan and live amongst them. From what he knew, Faolin seemed rather laid back and gentle--she didn't seem to have quite the same bitter after-taste as he, Gabriel, or the majority of the other members might. Similarly, this kid seemed none too aggressive. Obviously Anselm was no psychic, so he didn't really notice the extent of other's insecurity, but he did notice the general lack of forwardness (and maybe confidence). Either way, perhaps he was closest to her and didn't necessarily agree with what the rest of the infamous clan did. It seemed that there would be nothing to report, and now the youth offered thanks and moved away from him.
------Anselm said nothing, but he frowned as he watched the other coyote go. Jesile was certainly mature for his age, or at least not annoying. At all. No names, no stupid questions, no lame talk about the weather. Respectful of distance. Didn't try to draw things out that were obviously over and done with. Huh. Ding, ding, ding! We may have a winner, kids! Maybe, just maybe, if he saw him around enough, he could "get used to him." (Seldom would he admit to having friends--"getting used to someone" was about as close as he got, and essentially a euphemism for actually enjoying their company.) Thoughtfully, the red-eyed hybrid lowered his head, ripped off another chunk of otter, chewed, and swallowed.
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