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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

Oak seemed interested in what Saul had to say about Sangi'lak and Saul was glad that he had an interest at least. He'd known more than his fair share of pack mates that felt more than happy to contribute nothing to the pack and he was sad to see that Vinátta did not escape their share of those unwilling to help. He thought of Coli though, thinking herself useless to the pack. She couldn't hunt well and there was no way she was a protector, but she had invaluable uses that she didn't seem to see. Cinnamon backed ears flickered up as Oak spoke, feeling a nod bobbing his head before the male finished speaking. He wasn't aware of the males previous pack, but he was glad he wasn't just being paranoid. I hope to avoid conflict with them... but we won't be walked over either. As you say, let's hope they learn that lesson on their own.


He offered, tail swinging back and forth slightly. There was a bond forming between the pair- though this was the first meeting, it was clear the pair were similar in temperament, morals, outlook on life. Finding aspects of oneself in others sometimes ended in catastrophe, but when it was found in others who shared ones home, it more than likely ended in a great friendship. Something he hoped to achieve with Oak. His response caused a soft smile to echo on his lips. While Saul didn't have a mother, and had oddly never had a mother figure in his life despite have numerous father figures, he understood the need to protect and provide, but to also make them happy. I hope her journey here is scenic and uneventful. He chuckled softly, thinking of the various packs standing between Vinátta and Oak's mother.


At the Virdings question, Oak glanced down almost reflexively at his axe. It was an impressive weapon to say the least and Saul hoped the male knew what he was doing with it. He looked up and grinned as Oak proclaimed that he knew how to do more than just cut wood. Saul remained quiet as he continued, explaining that it had been Cassia who'd taught him how to use it, what a good warrior she was. He wasn't too surprised by this. We could definitely use a skilled warrior in Vinátta. I'm very glad you joined us, both of you. He offered, a grateful smile supporting his words.

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