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Liam glanced down at the smaller hybrid, his bi-colored eyes filled with curiosity – he looked more and more like the wolf he'd been before the war, fun-loving and with a sizzling desire to know everything and anything. “I'm not all that great yet – just started out not too long ago... Haven't done much, to be honest.” he said truthfully. But one day he would get to do more things – right now his main goal was to master the art of stitching. His fluffy padded hands were still quite clumsy with the bone tools and the oh-so thin strings. He had never actually done it on a wolf before – only dead things that resembled vaguely the flesh and fur of a wolf. So far his sutures were crap, to put it nicely. But at least he could wrap gauze nicely and was able to change the dressings. Soon he'd be better. As long as he kept his cool, stayed patient and practiced day and night.
“Well there's not a specific place in particular. Chien Hotel is like the pack's meeting place so after the war we mostly gathered there and everyone did what they could over there.” he explained. In any other circumstance he probably wouldn't have had bothered with the specifics but since she was new and needed to learn how things worked around here, he was telling her as much information as he could, yet still with a slight carefulness. Just in case she turned out to be some evil spy from Aniwaya looking for just the right moment to attack and how best to do it. He highly doubted it, considering all of the guardians were either dead or had fled the lands, but you could never be too certain. Even if the young wolf-coyote seemed legitimate in her stories and relatively harmless.
That was when one of the horses decided to screw with Liam's mind by letting out a loud neighing sound, his hooves hitting the side of the wooden enclosure and emitting a loud noise. Liam didn't jump, but it took a lot for him not to. He glanced at Terra with yet another sheepish smile. The last thing he wanted to look like was a coward, but horses legitimately freaked him out. “Anywhere else you want to check out? I can give you a tour if you haven't had it already.” he suggested. There – those words didn't make him look as though he was scared of horses, right? Hopefully.
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