“I suppose not,” he responded in an amused tone, his left ear falling to the side as he studied his pale friend. Although they stood behind different borders and were marked by different scents, the pair spoke as though they were packmates. Which was one of the many reasons why he got along with the blue-eyed healer so well. They were cut from the same stone, both sharing the same wanderlust that was now tamed by obligations. He did not mind. Hearthwood gave him purpose. “I wouldn’t say okay,” he retorted quickly, a youthful grin tugging at his lips. XIX was certainly trying to keep both himself and the pack together.
His features relaxed as his pale counterpart mentioned that Jynx had not spoken of her time with the river wolves. XIX was not surprised. Her stay had been short, but her brief presence had been appreciated. She had helped the river wolves during their move north and etablish Hearthwood before disappearing. So, for that, he was grateful even though she had left them shortly after. “Jynx was with us during the move and the claiming of Hearthwood, but she left shortly after. To seek out the Notch, I presume,” he mused softly, his peridot’s focused on the pale wolf before him.
Lachesis chuckled at the younger wolf’s words. It appeared that his alabaster friend was doing much better than his nephew had done in romanticizing the agouti. Perhaps the Notch was a better fit for the former river wolf. “No, I’m afraid not,” he answered after a brief pause, his lips curling in a soft frown. “It appears I repel females.” The ghost had not been so lucky during his years in the Lore. Every female he had gotten close to had left him without an explanation, so he had closed himself off to possibility of getting close to another.
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