10-12-2008, 04:06 PM
DaVinci could have cared less if the owner of the voice had been the happiest most cheerful sounding tone in the world. When the sounds of the other reached his ears the only response had really just been a dim flicker of one tagged ear while his mind silently tried to figure out just what the fuck this busy body from Phoenix Valley was talking about. The first thought that came to mind wasn't his mother, but Ryan, he's recently been out strolling with the girl from Inferni and had assumed that her scent still clung to him. Raising his head up he twisted his head around as he grunted. "What the fuck does it matter what bitch I smell like?" he asked. He'd been thinking that the owner of the voice was just another coyote half breed hating bastard until he caught sight of the male and he realized that probably wasn't the case.
Standing there alongside the fence rail he flicked his tail in annoyance as he rolled his eyes at the second question. "Someone in these lands finally going to do something about that?" Most in the pack knew that the silvery blue boy came and went from the lands, always between Iskata or Deuce he was keeping updates on his sister and her finally seeming to get back to some stable sense. He knew she'd never be the same as she was once, but as long as she was finding some pace to set her life back on track then that would have to work well enough for him.
Really, by now there was no reason for him to be anywhere near the lands, the issues at hand were fading away and his mother and her co-leader had a pack to gather and tend to. He just really hadn't found a place to belong yet and somewhere along the lines he just kept finding himself falling back to Magdalena and his mother. Funny, the boy didn't think much of the woman, but always his trail ended where she resided it seemed.
Standing there alongside the fence rail he flicked his tail in annoyance as he rolled his eyes at the second question. "Someone in these lands finally going to do something about that?" Most in the pack knew that the silvery blue boy came and went from the lands, always between Iskata or Deuce he was keeping updates on his sister and her finally seeming to get back to some stable sense. He knew she'd never be the same as she was once, but as long as she was finding some pace to set her life back on track then that would have to work well enough for him.
Really, by now there was no reason for him to be anywhere near the lands, the issues at hand were fading away and his mother and her co-leader had a pack to gather and tend to. He just really hadn't found a place to belong yet and somewhere along the lines he just kept finding himself falling back to Magdalena and his mother. Funny, the boy didn't think much of the woman, but always his trail ended where she resided it seemed.