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Anatole Aston · 01-12-2012, 06:31 PM

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(267) I'm a huge fan of LotR so all your little references make me happy. >^^<

The gesture was a familiar one, and while yet uneasy, Anatole approached confidently. He was careful to watch his steps, worried about stabbing himself with the porcupine needles, and took a few moments to cross to meet the man halfway. He was a smaller wolf, much smaller next to Anatole (who was a beast himself, though not the largest wolf by any means) and darker as well. The mess of brown hair was peculiar against this, but Anatole himself found his own mane irritating and thus kept it short. Still, it was obvious this tribesman was one who had understood the ways of animals, given the way he had commanded the horse.

Both green eyes widened at the peculiar introduction, and Anatole’s mouth showed his confusion by twisting slightly open. He caught himself before the expression formed fully and began speaking quickly to cover the rather apparent misgivings he had. “Anatole Aston,” he tried formally, hoping to establish what little connections remained here for himself. Claudius was hardly a man of respect, but he was a long-term member and had served as a leader…if only temporarily.

“I uh, don’t know much about horses,” he admitted, thick accent clear. Quebecois was his native tongue, all things considered, and it showed heavily in the not-quite European accent that favored French bases and thickened his words. “You look like you do, though. Are you an animal keeper?” He hadn’t made a point to meet these ranks, of course, so he was oblivious as to whether or not this was the path the rather excitable young man had decided to follow.

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