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Drink?
The male had ignored the alabaster wolf as she had positioned herself next to him, but it was harder when she spoke. He imagined her as he imagined most women, he did not spare them much of her thoughts if they weren’t offering him something at the time. She was offering him something now, but it wasn’t anything he particularly wanted. His own sack he carried with him was filled with an assortment of bottles, and he had been at it since noon anyway. There wasn’t anywhere to go from here except to drink himself into passing out, which he might do. Steel grey eyes turned up to her, his mind swam. Did he know her? No. Why was she sitting with him. For a long moment he said nothing, trying to compose himself.
“Drinkin’ esss bad fer ya miss.” With that he took a swig out of his own brown glass bottle and turned his eyes away. She probably wouldn’t leave, females were like that, wolves especially. Part of him wished there were more dogs about, he hated to admit it but the husky mutts always looked a little bit better than their more wild brethren but he made do with what he had. The female next to him wasn’t bad. And she smelled like Dahlia de Mai. It just occurred to him suddenly, and he could blame the alcohol for his slow reaction, but quite suddenly he turned to her, almost pleadingly. “Where’s tha kiiids? Oliber and Jake… Yers frem Dahlia de Fray, where ares they?” Oh yes, he was certainly at his best now.
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