Ack, sorry guys! Exit Anatole. ;-;
While he listened with key interest to the words of war, Anatole would forever be distanced from such a thing. He had not been part of it, nor had he seen what it had done to his home. Had he been here he might not have ever returned. Yet this distanced allowed for the wolf to disconnect, and he did not feel the scars of battle as this woman did. So his hostility lingered, and would linger, despite her friendly behavior.
He narrowed his eyes at the talk of Claudius, wondering just what this stranger thought of his cousin. It seemed little—and this further irritated the dark wolf. With a flick of one ear, the scout spoke shortly. “I have duties to attend to,” he scoffed, and left the pair at a sharp trot. While his perceived rudeness was certainly palpable, he was unwilling to force himself to settle with the aggression in the air. Perhaps in time he would make friends, but for now, his unwillingness to compromise was clear.
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