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Though they had been talking for some time, and Alder had found him in such a vulnerable state, there was a barrier between them. Alder could not tell what the male was feeling, and was oddly confused by it. At the point where he was in pain and unsure on his foot-paws Alder understood him the most. But now, he had more question then he had before. They were deeper ones, and he was unsure about asking even the most kosher of them.
Who was the male he was asking of? Had he gotten his name, if so why hadn’t Trent used it? There were things that he was holding back, and for a reason Alder could not untangle it bothered him. The masked male was normally so understanding, respectful of other’s secrets and wishes for disclosure. But he did not enjoy the wall that Trent had put up between them. All Alder could do was look at it, and wonder how thick it truly was.
Trent’s question brought Alder out of his thoughts and back to the reality. He needed to respect this stranger, how would the coywolf ever come to trust him if he did not? Big or small? Cours had been large before, but members had slowly floated away, for reason unknown to the male. The large male shook his head slightly, Compared to some other packs, it’s a bit smaller. But that’s how most of the packs are. Members come and go. We’re strong though, our King is honorable and cares for the pack deeply. Alder gave him a smile, wondering if such things mattered to Trent.
Did you train in anything in your past pack? Hunting perhaps? He asked, staying far away from the questions that had really come to him and away from the aspect of mates and females. He still didn’t know why Trent had brought up that topic to begin with.
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