06-21-2009, 11:41 AM
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Friendly but not social? Lysander was social, just with everyone who wasn’t in his own pack. He could also be friendly when the mood struck him, like now. He also knew no boundaries. Steel eyes stared at the girl across, as he chewed slowly and methodically on the meat of the rabbit. The grey and white husky was amused by the girl, but he wasn’t sure just why. Everyone was interesting, there was merit in talking with anyone so long as you knew which questions to ask. And Lysander, when he wasn’t telling stories, loved asking questions.
“What keeps ya here then? I mean, if you aren’t really close to anyone in the pack?” Perhaps it was none of his business, and anyone could ask him the same thing. No one in the pack meant anything to him, Winnie hadn’t really either. She had been fun, a warm body, but would he have laid down his life for her? Not a chance. If Phoenix Valley fell to war or famine or any other disaster in the next hour, Lysander thought that if it didn’t serve him to serve them, he would just abandon ship. Maybe go back from where he came from. Everyone came from somewhere. “Where’d you come from anyhoo?”
Friendly but not social? Lysander was social, just with everyone who wasn’t in his own pack. He could also be friendly when the mood struck him, like now. He also knew no boundaries. Steel eyes stared at the girl across, as he chewed slowly and methodically on the meat of the rabbit. The grey and white husky was amused by the girl, but he wasn’t sure just why. Everyone was interesting, there was merit in talking with anyone so long as you knew which questions to ask. And Lysander, when he wasn’t telling stories, loved asking questions.
“What keeps ya here then? I mean, if you aren’t really close to anyone in the pack?” Perhaps it was none of his business, and anyone could ask him the same thing. No one in the pack meant anything to him, Winnie hadn’t really either. She had been fun, a warm body, but would he have laid down his life for her? Not a chance. If Phoenix Valley fell to war or famine or any other disaster in the next hour, Lysander thought that if it didn’t serve him to serve them, he would just abandon ship. Maybe go back from where he came from. Everyone came from somewhere. “Where’d you come from anyhoo?”