02-28-2010, 02:22 AM
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So they had done this before from the sounds of it. At least twice before and he was able to deduct that since they were still standing, Inferni was had either bested them or outlasted any assault against their territory. That was reassuring, that soothed his nerves ever so slightly. Even if one of those tensions hadn’t been a plucked string to make a sound of discord, he considered it a mental win for Inferni. So all things considered, it sounded like they either had the upper hand — this he was not so cocky as to believe — or had quite a decent chance of fighting a good fight until the end. Whatever that end may be.[/html]
“Are the wolves good fighters?” He was made of endless questions; a desire that had never been sated through the majority of his youth. His father had never many answers for him and anyone else didn’t have the time to do it. But he trusted Kaena innately. She had never done anything to make him otherwise doubt that he could ask her anything, so it was a privilege easily taken advantage of. But he had to know what he was up against, even if he wasn’t adequately versed in saving himself from a likely defeat.