SWAYING TO THE RHYTHM
OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER
cakeThe accent only set his curiosity in concrete, and he smiled faintly at the stranger, his eyes scrutinizing. Bane himself had spent most of his life away from his birthplace, but had spent enough time in North America as a youth for his accent to cement itself. It had changed slightly over the years, but inevitably had faded back as it always would. This man's accent sounded faintly Russian, or eastern European, at least. With a quick nod, putting aside plans that perhaps weren't meant for today, the loner accepted the stranger's invite and ducked into the cave, sitting with his back against the stone wall. Out of the winter cold. He was surprised at the sudden stillness inside. At the mouth of the cave, the snow whipped past, caught in the heavy wind.
cake"Thank you," the courteous black wolf told the strange man. "It's worse out now than it was when I left home." And it was the truth -- it had been nice when he had left his temporary home in Halifax, pocketing his keys and butterfly knife, thoughts of the coyote clan and their strange effects on him as he had walked northwest. "I'm Bane Kiles," he added as an afterthought, glancing back at the stranger with curious blue eyes.
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