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Posted on April 25, 2013 at 05:42:58 PM by SWALLOWBANE
Politics were boring, but he’d do what mother asked of him. Sometimes it was good to get out, after all. It was here that Swallowbane tried to choke back the slight resentment that occasionally bubbled in his chest, in the case of his father. The man had hardly been around, how he could he trust him? Bane shook his head. It was what his mother wanted, and it was his duty to do what she asked. He would respect her wishes. It was his job… his duty as a good son. He had to be good. It wasn’t something he would cheat out, he would get around or avoid. As they pull in, he sits to his father’s right and takes part in the call. A young man, hardly more than a pup comes at them as if he’s on some sort of high horse. Swallowbane laughs openly at the child, intrigued by his fighting words. The man that appears moments later brings his head to the side—at least someone has manners. His eyes are curious on the creatures before him, the larger offering them a meal. He will wander along, but he’s not hungry. Bane waits for his father to move, watching them all with a hidden apprehension. For now, the man with the black feet simply watches. “Bane.” The young man introduces himself, but doesn’t offer much more. He’s here to watch, not to take his own lead on the situation. He’s young, he has things to learn. The young man needs to learn if he’s going to take over one day, right? Right. He simply watches the Glorall wolves where they stand, the alpha and his son, this woman that… appears to be important. Right. He would do more learning with time, watching the alpha and his own father with their negotiations. Bane doesn’t know how to react. What’s appropriate and what’s not is lost on him. alcide x moonglow * royal child of spirane* four * calista’s heart and soul |
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