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[Jefferson Soul]

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At first Jefferson did not find himself fazed whatsoever by the hippie's drawling words, excusing them only as a sinless man's inexperienced musings. Razekiel knew nothing about leading, knew nothing about giving direction to those around him, though as he spoke, the cyclops came to realize that perhaps he did not need to know such things at an immediate time. The Lykoi preached love and peace and an organization beneath him that admired and shared in the same. Would much direction be needed for such a thing? If members already worked themselves towards such a peaceful, anti-conflicting goal, is it possible that they would simply live in harmony without a need for hierarchy and leadership above them?

He began to internally dismiss Razekiel's mumblings once more, until one of the pack names mentioned caught his tattered ears. Green eye widened — perhaps even the blind eye opened — as the Patriarch soaked in that name and watched images flash past his one-eyed vision. Razekiel did not know a thing, did not know the association Jefferson had with that French pack, Aube de Musique, and for one subtly panicked moment the cyclops glanced scoured the area behind and around them, as if spies hid in their midst.

Spies, being his children. He had made peace with Gaël and Heath to some extent. Wasn't that enough? Why did that damned Aurélie and the pack that survived her still haunt him? Hadn't the loss of his eye to her horrid mate been enough compensation? Hadn't his time as a subservient Patriarch earned him respite from the guilt of his crimes?

Shaken, Jefferson dipped his head, tattered ears flattened in a rare display. Razekiel silenced at the sight, the coyote's upbeat question hanging dead and unanswered in the air. After a long moment, the great Valley titan heaved a sigh to dismiss some of his troubles, and from the depths of his throat words finally crawled through. "Aube du Musique," he mumbled, eye focused on his scarred, gruesome reflection. "How are they?" He would not identify his association. No... that was only for he and his children to know now.