what a mess we made
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Somewhere distantly the words her father had spoken rang in the back of her mind about how no matter how many times they strayed away from the place, it drew them back. Just when she thought she would never go back, Marlowe had turned up to bring her home. And there she was. The fact that Lubomir had been there, gone, and come back was enough said, but the fact that he already knew what he was doing wouldn't accomplish much said a lot about his character.



“Deem your worthy of knowing my name,” she reiterated, mulling it over as through she needed to give it serious consideration. “I don't know if you are or not, since you had to ask.” That much was enough to draw a coy smile out of her. A timeless thing between coyote and wolf: teasing. “But the fact that you're sitting there doing nothing must mean that there isn't anything for you to do where your from. So are you just that low on the totem pole or high enough to consider yourself arrogant enough not to contribute to your pack?” She had after all, once lived in a wolf pack. The way her wolf of a father ran things couldn't have been different from their wolf neighbours, could it?
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