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wc459 His eye wandered down, cast on the bony figure beside him. "The leader is kind. I was brought in because of my condition; she might have a place for you as well." Rare was it that Jefferson showed such kindness, especially to a stranger--but the reason seemed to lie beyond the poor soul's wretched body and eyes. A familiarity laid in his scent, in his voice; Jefferson was inevitably intrigued, and if the creature possessed some knowledge to the gimpy male's background, Jeffers was going to hear of it. "Phoenix Valley. Only downside is that one of the leaders will probably have my head for being a crossbreed, but hell with it. The only thing I know about my father was that he was a coy, and I might as well take pride in something." Why was he so suddenly talkative? His glance strayed back to the stranger and thinned--he was never so unusually bold in words, so comfortable in speaking; another chill ran down his spine and he swallowed the discomfort in his stomach. "Jefferson. ...Your name?" |