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Lysander just grinned at his brother’s congratulations. Of course, aside from Whini he hadn’t interacted much with the new pack, but she seemed to like him, so it hadn’t completely been a lie. Still, at least he wasn’t walking around with so many battle scars like his brother; Lysander had kept himself out of that sort of trouble so far. So far. It was only a matter of time before he crossed the wrong path, upset the wrong person, and that was okay. It happened, that was life. Lysander would deal with it when it came, and it would. Maybe he could prevent it, but that would mean a lot less fun, and what kind of life was that?
Lysander nodded, as if he knew all about Crimson Dreams. Of course, he had scouted out all the packs before selecting this one, but he knew none of their names or any of the souls who resides in such packs. It did not matter, he did not need to know anything about them and if he ever did, he would just learn. Life was just that easy. “Crimson Dreams eh? What a nice bunch of folks! Why aren’t ya hangin’ around there? Huh?” Lysander’s gray eyes met with the red hued ones of his brother. Truly they had inherited the better genes, unlike Leland and Lyle. “Where have ya been spendin’ your nights? Cuddlin’ up with some whore?” His voice was sweet, his words sour. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t exactly think Leroy would take offense either, he hadn’t always been the most monogamous wolf around. They both knew their vices, why not embrace them?
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