The grin that was slapped across his pale features did not falter as she responded, her playful demeanour causing his shoulders to fall. It was not often that he was able to let his guard down; wolves were so serious these days, it was rather exhausting. He knew his position in Hearthwood required a little more finesse—something that the ghost hadn’t always been good with. XIX was getting better, mostly because he had to be better. For his family; for Maksim; for the river wolves. He would not lose his home—not again. “You are forgiven, Firefly Queen. This time,” he chuckled playfully in response as he gave a sharp nod.
“A pleasure to meet you, Lena Donata,” he beamed, his head tilting to the side as he studied her. His smile only widened as she started naming some of the bugs that flew around them, her face contorted as she struggled to remember all of them. “I’m surprised you remembered that many! I don’t think I have to capacity to remember more than two—sometimes I even forget my own name!” Which was mostly the truth. Although he introduced himself as Lachesis more often these days, his tongue still slipped and his assigned name, Nineteen, would come tumbling out. He did not favour one over the other; it was whatever one rose to the surface first.
“If you’re just Lena, I’m just Lachesis. I’m not very proper myself,” he admitted with a shrug that mirrored hers. While he had been in the leadership position for several weeks, it still felt strange to him. As the days passed he grew more comfortable in his rank—especially after putting Kjors in his place and maintaining his position. “You from around here?” He asked curiously, his head falling to the side as he studied the tawny loner. The scents of Relic Lore were fresh on her pelt and he was curious as to where she hailed from.
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