[/html]Like all wolves Trent had met so far in Cour des Miracles, this one seemed exceptionally kind, too. Trent smiled at him as the other guy said that it was nice to meet him -- such exceptional kindness was something he'd only really experienced in this pack -- and waited for an answer. The answer was vague, but Trent supposed he just wanted to get out, into the open air, and not too far away. That made sense, since judging by how painful it looked to get out, it'd probably be equally painful to move at all and to find his way back inside eventually. Seemed like a good idea to stay here, so that Trent wouldn't have to call for help halfway through a stroll through the packlands, or something.
Trent sat down on the stairs, which seemed a nice, nearby-the-hotel enough place, so that it wouldn't be too much effort helping Niro back up the stairs. He wondered, as Niro's next remark came out, what kind of work he did. Had he been injured by said work? That seemed logical, since if he had not, then what sort of work could anyone do looking like that..? "What sort of work do you do?" Trent asked, not going into the matter of liking it here or not further. He liked it here good enough, because it was the only thing that stood between lying somewhere in a ditch dead, so it'd do. While waiting for a reply, curious about Niro's occupation, Trent wondered idly how Alder was doing, and how Pony was, since he hadn't visited neither in a while.
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