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Lysander regarded the women who was asking for DaVinci, his eyes straying to the child once more. It was uncommon to carrying around pups so young in age, Lysander knew that well enough. And the female seemed rather bothered, scared even. She was polite at least, and Lysander thought that perhaps he should call for the one eyed gimp that ran the pack, because perhaps it was urgent, but Lysander could only shrug helplessly at her. She hadn’t asked for Jefferson, she had asked for her brother and DaVinci was out. “He is not here right now.” His voice was concerned, honest and sincere. As far as he knew, DaVinci was out.
It had been a long time since he had been around children, at least on a personal level. Of course the females of his clan had always been breeding, Lela and Rue were in the process of such when he had set off. Yet his mother had not given him any younger siblings, and he had no sister or true mate (though he might have some children wandering around somewhere out there). Children were curious creatures indeed. Yet skillfully Lysander did not show too much interest in the child, his eyes were focused on the female’s own. “I can give him a message?” Oh, Lysander was as helpful as anyone could hope.
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