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Her response surprised him, though he found that he couldn't argue against it, at least not in his experience. Sure, he heard tales of evil wolves from his mother growing up. She was the story teller. Thor was always the rapt listener just as he was. But he could agree that maybe sometimes that wasn't the whole story. Where was the bad guy's story? What happened to them? But did it make their actions right? No, Triton could say that no bad decision is without consequences and responsibility for those consequences. A bad choice is still a bad choice. He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, not wanting to argue with Magpie. He just wanted to find out more about her. As if in answer, she took a step toward him. He felt something inside him reaching for her even now, wanting her close. He had to assume that was his soul, pining for its other half. It was romantic, if you thought about it. His parents had made him a romantic at heart, but he'd never had to act on it. Magpie was pretty, her gold fur as bright as any sunlight. She was like his own personal brand of sunshine, here to brighten his day. And he was her protector. He knew he could never allow harm to come to her. Even the thought of someone having ill intentions toward her made an angry snake coil up inside him, just waiting to strike. He wasn't an angry wolf. He'd never even had a temper tantrum growing up. But he knew he would defend her viciously if need be. She brought his mind to a lighter place when she said that Glorall sounded appealing and she could visit sometime. His lips tugged into an inviting smile, his eyes twinkling with hope as his tail wagged. He shook his head vigorously, not wanting her to ever feel like he was too busy for her. "No, not too busy. You're welcome to visit anytime, Magpie. And I'll give you the coveted tour that only VIP guests get. Just don't tell anyone else. They might get jealous." His lips twitched with humor, ears pricked toward her. Then she asked if he slept in the sand and he shook his head, smiling in indulgence. "No, we have a den on the harder ground near the center of Glorall. There is sand inside but the bedding is made up of feathers, fur, and leaf fronds. Very soft, really, and not scratchy like the sand." He scrunched up his nose at the thought of the sand that got stuck in his fur and armpits if he laid in it too long. Then it scratched every time he moved. It really could be annoying sometimes. He turned his attention back on her. "What about you? Is it muddy everywhere in Iromar? Are there alligators?" He hated the thought of her ever being in danger. Triton male.2 years old.35' 140#.born to Inanna x Thor.bound to Magpie.mated to none.father to none.Glorall Background @ AshenSorrow (Deviantart) |