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This was more than Janos had ever expected to be honest. He had never thought that he would find someone related to him, someone that he could say that he was family with. It was something that he had given up hope on and now it seemed as though things were turning around for him. He had a master that he was so in tune with he would do anything for the other male and now he had his family back, an uncle and some cousins even that he could protect and say that he had even if he was in another pack. The Salsola pack was secretive so it would not be easy for him to tell his uncle where he was from because that would violate the very rules that he abided by. The children were introduced to him and he looked down at them, his eyes softening and it looked as though he wanted to smile but he couldn’t get his lips to form the right motion. He couldn’t bring himself to make such a simple movement so he made do by giving them a little wave and watching them run off and begin to play again. He wished that he had the youthful vitality of a pup again because to have that would mean that the world was innocent and a good place to be still but now that he knew differently he wanted to protect their innocence and let them know that if they wanted to have a good life then they were going to have to make that life for themselves because no one was just going to hand them that life on a platter.
The two pups went back to playing and he took a long moment to watch them, simply soaking up the simplicity that was pup life before he looked back up at the other adult in the situation who seemed to be scarred like he was but he seemed to also be scarred in other ways, just like Janos. It was easy for one mentally damaged person to see the way that another damaged person was like. He wondered what had happened to him to make him be like that but he would ask him in a moment considering the other began to speak again and he gave a slow nod of his head. So there was another one here somewhere. It made him want to go and find this Anatoliy but he wouldn’t even know where to start honestly. These lands were large after all and trying to find one person amongst the masses was like trying to find a needle in the haystack or in the lands as it was. Russia…the homeland. He wanted to go back there whenever he had a chance to but for now he was content being here with his cherub and with the new family that he had found. Maybe one day when him and his cherub had their own pup they would be able to play with their second cousins and they would be so happy together. Ah but that was what dreams were made of and in his experience dreams were something that he could only wish for, not something that he could make come true. ”You are not Russian born?” He asked, seeming to be surprised. He hadn’t heard of many of his family that were not born in the motherland but then again he hadn’t heard from many considering his family had been gypsies growing up. Blinking with the words, he silently cursed his inconsistencies with hiding his scent. ”I have been travelling ever since I was released from captivity. What you smell is a result of my being captive until just recently,” he said, giving a little lie but he hoped that it was enough. After all, as an arbiter it would look even worse if he admitted to his pack.
