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Liam assumed that some of the northern packs had no idea about the drama between his own pack, Crimson Dreams and Aniwaya. It was a low-key battle, because Liam himself hadn't been aware of anything until his father had called the entire pack together a few days before the raid. He wasn't ready to talk about it with strangers though – to be honest, he wasn't sure he could. He'd have to ask his father before uttering a word. That is of course if he ever decided he wanted to say anything. The people that needed to know, well they knew. Cour des Miracles weren't about to boast about this – at least Liam hoped not.
You see, Cour des Miracles, as far as the stories went, had always been relatively pacifist as far as packs were concerned. Liam had heard of some conflicts that had happened in the past couple years and the Miracles always seemed to keep their muzzles clean. This time they weren't so lucky though and because of it they had lost some canines that were important to Liam – notably his Uncle Zafier. So maybe Liam hadn't been close to the guy, but he was still his mother's brother. He was still blood. It had been a terrible loss and Liam's heart ached for the entire family. His sister 'Mara was taking it especially hard and Liam was afraid to even think of what she was going to do. 'Mara could be a very intense person and it wouldn't surprise Liam if she went out of her way to seek revenge. Liam himself had thought of doing so those first few minutes following the news that his uncle had passed.
The look on the wolf hybrid's face was perhaps the first sign that Liam had been wrong to assume he was threatening. He looked disappointed – as if he had expected a different reaction from the Miracles boy. It hadn't been Liam's intention to ruin the happy mood the other wolf was in. And then the words that came out of the wolf's – Jackson as he had dubbed himself – mouth steered him a little closer to a calm, relaxed state.
Mr. Serious Face. Well now, not only had he never been called 'Mr' before, but he sure had never been called 'Serious Face'. War could really change a man and most often than not it wasn't for the best. The name made Liam realize his initial reaction – he suddenly felt a little foolish for jumping to the conclusion that he was under attack. The other male seemed quite amicable at the very least. Sighing a little as he concluded that this so-called Jackson was no threat, Liam returned the hybrid's grin with a tiny, very much strained smile of his own. The smile didn't reach his eyes though as his muscles loosened slightly. “Liam Catori of Cour des Miracles.” he introduced himself warily, hoping this mutt wasn't some secretive Aniwayan spy that wanted his flesh on a stick. Liam-cabobs probably wouldn't taste all that great anyway.
He ran a furry paw through his dark brown, windswept mane before speaking again. “What brings you here?” he inquired curiously.
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