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Bjomolf raised a brow at the smaller male as he agreed immediately, before going on to ramble about himself. The alert expression, expectant of answers, and wagging tail both displayed the younger wolf’s foolish naivety that he wasn’t in the mood to fight, and the lack of threat he held. It was for this second reason that the brute sat, thick fur shifting as he moved, rather than frighten Mezic, as he’d introduced himself, off to return to his peace. Over excited and eager he may be, but the other didn’t seem to have an ounce of wanting to fight or claim higher dominance in him. The brute’s posture was solid and upright, much like a statue, and his eyes focused steadily on the other.
"My name is Bjomolf," was his deep voiced reply, "and I belong to no pack." His right lip curled up a little, exposing a large fang and expressing his distaste at the thought. Having never been in a pack, or been long in the company of another wolf, he could see no benefit of living with a group. Getting to know others had no appeal and the thought of having to work to protect a group of strangers as he went through the process of getting to know them irritated him. The lifestyle may work for some, but he was a loner, a rogue, and probably always would be.
"Frankly, I cannot understand why one would wish to be in a pack," he voiced his opinion out loud, the long fur lining his back rising a little. He wondered why Mezic would choose to join a group, but he supposed it had to do with his age, or personality. He watched with a cold gaze, mildly interested, for whether the other would speak again.
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||Bjomolf|| ||No Mate|| ||No Pack||
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