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Bangle Guffawri · 06-10-2011, 01:23 PM

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There were several reasons for the coywolf's sour mood, many of which he could never, or would never, speak to with anyone else. The main reason lay protruding within the Capitana's belly, as Bangle sneaked a glance over to her as he sat at the base of the tree. It was inevitable. Becoming a father was happening all too quickly, but the pups would not stall for the craftsman's problem. It seemed as if his eyes, or his lack of mannerisms, betrayed him as Skye walked over to him, the issue looming just inches from his face, now.

Her words were comforting, but there was no response from the coywolf other than a small smile. It seemed he just couldn't hide his displeasure, but even if his mate wanted to scorn him, he knew she wouldn't among the other pack members. 'You can forget everything right now,' she had said to him before walking away again. Arms crossed tighter over his chest, eyes downcast to the ground. Right.. forget. The idea seemed thrilling to the former gypsy for but a moment, feeling his restless feet tingle in their motionless state. But how could he forget? Before, it was easy to leave behind troubles, women, and troubling women before the day broke out over the horizon, but now..?

His thoughts were shaken as bushes rustled along the other side of the large, decorative tree. Bangle hadn't noticed another there among the dark umbra that the adjacent forest created, quiet and humbly. It occurred to Bangle then, as Skye attempted to introduce the two of the quieter members, that the number of coyotes - full-blood or mixed - was growing. The craftsman leaned to his left to peek around the tree trunk, though he still remained sitting, feeling a small chuckle bubble up within him when one coyote complimented the wood of another.

Even when he had his own share of troubles, the coywolf still managed to laugh in the face of it all.

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