12-01-2009, 06:47 PM
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 "Jantus." The giant took the hybrid's hand and shook it firmly, though not painfully. Many wolves weren't familiar with the gesture, but to those who were, he needed to seem strong as alpha, but also in control. Personally and politically he had a hold of a lot of power, and he wanted to convince friends and subordinates that he could handle both responsibly. His political skills might get more exercise if they had more friendly neighbors; as it was, they didn't have many friendly meetings with the packs vying for their turf. He would have thought, by now, that they'd have given it up. The evergreen valley had been home to many packs and changed hands frequently in the years before, but now Snow-capped Pine was fifty strong. It wasn't going anywhere. Soon enough they came back across the garage and Jantus saw that Anselm used a key to open the door. He had heard of them before, but barring doors was more common in the abodes he'd seen. Human doors sometimes didn't have locks, and when they did, the keys to them were almost never around anymore...he'd seen keys before, humans kept them on rings, but since all keys were in one place and that place often wasn't around the door they were meant to open (which he supposed made sense), he'd never seen them in action. He liked the sound of the deadbolt. He might need to study doors more closely the next time he had the chance. Once they were indoors, Jantus stood perplexedly, until he saw that he'd be expected to sit on the furniture. It was meant to be comfortable, so he guessed it'd be better than the floor. Taking the alcohol he cleaned up his own wound as best he could, but he didn't know what he could really do beyond cleansing it: bandaging the sighted part of his head would be decidedly foolish, and the bleeding had slowed somewhat, anyway. He sat down slowly, and the couch groaned beneath him. "So, do you deal this stuff out around here, or is it a personal collection?" He felt it was a valid enough question: a dealer needed an excess for the sake of trade, or a personal user might grow enough just for a year's private use. Typically (and it wasn't all that typical to meet them at all), he met people with a small amount resultant from trade, but if a person could grow their own, then there was no reason not to grow as much as they wanted. |