[/html]Every bit of Kota’s reaction had not been anticipated. Oak had spoken the words time and time again and yet no one thought it out of the ordinary. Oak knew that he was nothing out of the ordinary, and so even having his fellow Dreamer speak the name of Sir caused him to make a bit of a confused face. He shook his head slightly, Oh no, it’s not a big deal. tone verging on the end of laughter. He knew his mother would find it just as amusing if someone bowed down to her as well. Crimson Dreams was a place of genuine respect, the male honored him far too much that it made Oak feel a bit uncomfortable.
Please, you don’t have to call me Sir. It makes me feel old. He spoke with a lopsided smile. It is really beautiful here. In the spring it’s even nicer. There is a good amount of prey on this end of the pack lands too. Oak sat, wondering if that calmer position would ease the other male into being more comfortable.
He was curious to know what sort of place the black furred male came from, and if the leaders desired more of a dutiful follower then they did in the Dreaming world. Instead of wondering too much about the past Oak opened up more about the present. Are you staying in the Manor?
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