The music relaxed him. There were certain aspects to being a leader that were wonderful. He had a group of wolves with similar values to him that worked together for a common cause, and they all respected him and would help him fulfill his dreams. It was nice having Anann there to work right beside him. But as of late he had been working very hard on pack relations. Making sure all packs received an offering of peace and were aware of Casa di Cavalieri’s goals and skills. All leaders who he had met with had willingly accepted the gifts and had responded very positively to his explanation of the pack. As far as he was concerned Casa was in a good place politically for their first year, though after a short break he would return to his efforts. For now it was a relief to remove himself from the pack. He had confidence that even if both of the leaders were out of the lands the Cavalierites would be more than able to take care of the Fort, many of them were very able warriors and a sparring was not uncommon between members.
His ears perked as the door opened and closed, yellow eyes glancing at to briefly take in the stranger but upon finding that she had quietly taken to a wall he promptly returned his focus to his music, hoping she would remain silent. Her words broke his peace as well as his wish though, the question frustrating him slightly as he ended the song with a cadence. Lowering his bow the Knight stood from his perch, fully displaying his full mass, handsome face, and his bandaged chest to the female. Not at all. I regularly play around my pack lands. I found this shop when I was very young and just enjoy visiting old memories every now and then. It’s a little hide out from the world.
With a crooked smile he added, However, it isn’t too uncommon that a stranger pops in when they notice the place isn’t as disserted as they initially thought. The fae was not particularly small and the knives instantly told the Sole that she could probably hold her own. Though she was quite pretty with emerald eyes and darker fur. Her scent was strange, much like that of Ghita when she had first arrived off the boat. Clearly she hadn’t been in the area very long since she did not carry the scent of Nova Scotia that most loners did, or a pack’s scent. So, how long have you been in Nova Scotia? You reek of the ocean and foreigner.
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