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Rurik took the piece of meat when it was handed to him. It smelled delicious, which made his stomach growl again, practically yelling at him to hurry up and eat. He wanted to try and eat the thing in one bite, but he was in the presence of a stranger, and a lady at that, so he did not want to seem as though he lacked manners.
As he ate he watched Zera'im and noticed that she seemed to be doing the same thing. He knew he was close to the Anathema but he could not be sure as to whether or not she was part of that pack, seeing as her residence were outside it's borders. Not that it really mattered to him, he had no quarrel with Anathema, or any other pack for that matter. He was on a neutral-friendly terms with all of them as far as he was concerned, but he hadn't visited all of the packs yet.
He was in the process of examining her weapon, the way the blade curved from the top of the staff, and vaguely wondering if he could alter his own staff to accommodate such a blade when she spoke to him. He heard what she said clearly enough, but their meaning was lost to him. He looked from the weapon she held to her, looking at her with an eye brow raised. "Huh?" It was the best response he could give her, as he had no clue what she had just said to him, aside from it had something to do with spirits.
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