10-12-2008, 04:01 PM
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wc457 A shrug. The fact that she was a leader meant very little to him. Iskata could have easily vouched for the hybrid in that he 'censored himself for no one', be it a leader or a runt. Those breathing were all the same. "I didn't end up in the pack on purpose. I'd still be a loner otherwise." His eye averted, but not shamefully. The subject seemed of such little interest. "The pack's small and harmless. If someone attacked it, I doubt we'd be able to defend ourselves." He couldn't fight yet, but once he had some meat on his bones, he'd be back to his old legacy in no time, gimpy leg or no gimpy leg. "It's comfortable, having a place to go back to. I don't mind it--easier to eat when you can't hunt too well on your own." He was a pathetic soul, he knew. He only wished to be of more service to the pack, but what would a gimpy old crab do? "Hell if I'd ever end up in a position of power like that one, but there are plenty of changes that could be had. Though, the leaders have their own business to work at, it seems. No skin off my bones if the pack disbands at some point." |