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*Valentine* · 09-20-2015, 04:05 PM

Living so close to the battlefield it was impossible to miss the challenging howl that had called Threar to its end. Having no interest in any of the participants, Valentne had declined to come, instead spending his time freshening the scents on the border. He'd considered going to the battlefield for the sole purpose of instigating and perhaps capturing some slaves, but had abandoned the idea soon after its creation.

He listened as the man spoke and chose to remain silent until the other finished speaking. He cared little for how Threar had ended. It didn't matter to him if the alpha had fought, not fought or hokey pokey'd to the field and then turned herself about and fled. He supposed it was a pity that one of Alacritia's older packs had fallen, but he wasn't about to get all heartbroken over it. Packs rose and fell every day. The real question was whether or not Sin's pack would be able to survive. Too many rose and then crumbled without so much as a whisper.

Jerking his head in Angel's direction, Valentine said, "So has he." The mention of propositions captured his attention. "What kind of propositions?"

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