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The Anathema wedding had certainly been a new experience for the Italian coydog but he had expected it to be such. Back it Italy weddings were huge celebrations and ever dog you knew and their slaves would show up with a gift. There was an old tradition in the form of a small cloth bag called a bomboniere. Although Giuseppe was generally a nasty sort of male he did know enough to hold his tongue and follow traditions or his mother, god bless her souls, would surly hunt him down and cut off a rather private part of his body.
The reception of sorts had been going well into the evening when the mud splotched mix noticed Theodore's escape and if the groom didn't stay Giuseppe sure as hell was not going to stick around and socialize with the wolves. In Italy he would never have to speak to a wolf. He had street dogs to talk to the beasts for him. In Nova Scotia things were much different, it almost made him miss home. Heading back to his room he remembered his promise to relieved his gift later on. Perhaps now was as good a time as any?
Starting up the mountains he fiddled with the white drawstring bag in his pocket. Many people gave bombonieres as a wish on a wedding day. In his visits to Halifax he had come across a peddler who happened to have a few types of candies. Inside the hand sized bag was a few chocolates, gumdrops, and five almonds. Of course the point of the almonds was only known to Italians and he wouldn't expect his leader to understand without a little assistance. It was well known throughout Italy that a bomboniere with five almonds was a wish for wealth and three a wish for fertility. As the Trovato was not keen on little buggers running around the caves he had opted for the five.
Theodore's large black and white figure appeared in the moonlit mountains. Adjusting his tie he prepared his mind for business. If this went well perhaps he would get a little more freedom when it came to his bad habits. Quietly he walked up to the alpha and took a seat beside him, holding out the white bag. “A tradition from Italy.” He explained with his thick accent. “Five almonds for good luck in wealth.” Shrugging he added, “The other stuff is just extra.” He wasn't sure what else to say so instead he stared ahead at the moon. Didn't wolves use howl at the moon? Maybe that was an old legend or something. Either way he just stared, daring not to make eye contact with the much larger male in fear of him asking too many questions. The last time they had spend any time together they had gone out scouting for prey because of his lies. It wasn't his fault the guy wanted to spend more time with him, perhaps he just attracted people. After all, he was on good looking hybrid in his mind.
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