Blonde ears perked at the words that offered him another depth. But a thought was only restricted by its owner, and without set boundaries, it could soar endlessly and embrace everything on its way. Before it was a snare, it was a sapling tree, Sirius revealed. The lifeless line that was the young canine’s mouth seemed to curl just slightly while hearing the older male’s well formulated sentences. Suspicion had yet to bloom properly within his empathic mind; though it was likely that he was soon to start to question the direction the topic was headed. But he had to applaud the man for his ability to seize his attention in such a way. But there were cracks in the ideas that the man with the chemical eyes wished to plant in Itachi’s head.
”Perhaps it was paying attention to his kin that led him to his doom,” Itachi said, offering a different possibility. The winter had been hard and a greedy creature would always work to minimaze competition. He thought of his grandmother that had refused to fall and the violet eyed man that had died by trusting an unknown son. One was not truly safe anywhere, not even amongst kin. He was the perfect example of this, and so Sirius’ point made less sense than it should. Salmon shaded tongue leaped out to taste the sticky maroon that stained otherwise pale fingers. ”There are others with Lykoi and Kimaris blood here,” he then said, moving to the question that was asked. But family meant so little to this male, so he had not done much to investigate on his own. But he knew of Eris and the Kimaris woman.
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