The black masked young male was always making quick quips and jokes, it was his slightly more immature side to him that quite often showed itself. He really was just a big kid sometimes with the brain of a yearling. Yet he could tell the topic was something that was close to both of their hearts, delicate and certainly a sore talking point. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"It's ok, I know what you mean." He reassured, extending one of his forepaws to gently nudge her. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I feel the same I suppose. It's nice to have someone that understands." Someone that knew what rejection felt like as well as the long hardships of living as a Lone Wolf for most of their lives and then having to adjust to being a pack wolf. It was not an easy job and maybe this was the reason, or one of them, why Weldering seemed to bump into trouble around every corner. He was constantly having issues with authority and it was a bit of luck and a friendship so far that kept him on Alexander's good side.
As she continued by expressing her concerns on whether or not she fit into the pack he frowned lightly as he glanced back toward her. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Orderly? How so?" He asked hoping that she might shed a little bit more light on her predicament or what part of pack life she was struggling with the most.
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