11-23-2007, 02:37 PM
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The russet w0lf nodded, glancing at the smoking c0y0te as he spoke. He understood his wariness, and respected it. Even if he didn't act like he did. To defend oneself was instinct, as was the "lip" he gave the Aquila, which was certainly not his nature. The question following Gabriel's initial statement caught Endymion off guard. Despite how he asked it, the question was almost civil, and in contrast to his hostility. The w0lf's jade gaze drifted back to the outline of his counterpart, straining to pierce the dark of night concealing him. After a few moments he shrugged, rubbing the back of his head out of habit. "My dad used to live there. Helped build it, I guess. His name was Thorn Russo," said the two-year-old, rattling off details the other most likely would not care to hear.
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