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Lysander was giddy with DaVinci’s impatience, but he did not let it show. Instead his eyes only seemed scared, concerned, as if DaVinci’s foul mood would keep him from the pack. He knew better, they wouldn’t turn away an able bodied male such as himself, unless he gave them a reason to, and of course he wouldn’t. “Oh, yes yes, of course sir, sorry to waste yer time!” He sounded sincere, most apologetic, almost sniveling, and yet he couldn’t be more pleased with the wolf would had come to greet him. They were all different, they all have different styles, he had watched the scouts of his own clan numerous times and he had always imagined what it would be like to be on the outside, seeking to be within. Now he knew, and he found it most amusing.
“Very pleased to meet ya DaVinci.” Lysander offered him a warm smile, and Lysander was pleased, similar to the way he was pleased when he found fawns separated from their mothers. Most anything could be a game, and there was humor in everything the world has to offer, one just has to be receptive. Lysander was quite receptive. “Savant eh? Quite impressive.” Nothing about him indicated mockery, his posture, his voice, his eyes, all very sincere, but DaVinci would have strangled him if only he could read the husky’s thoughts.
Now his favorite part of the game came, he had been quite excited to sell himself and see just how much it would take for them to accept his offer. Like a prostitute dressing herself down until someone came and picked her up, Lysander would just add tiny layer upon layer until DaVinci decided he was good enough. Who care if the talents and skills he offered were real or not? “Hmm well, me? I’m in good health, a great hunter, fair scout…” They were all generic, besides Leland he didn’t know anyone who couldn’t hunt for themselves. Yet he wasn’t whipping out the glitter until it was asked for, he never went above or beyond except for his own amusement.
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