Chitter Chatter
Ganta shook his head, offering Avalon a light smile. “Don’t worry about it, miss Avalon. It’s quite alright. I’m sure that things in your own life have happened... One can not fault you for that. An alpha is another wolf in the end after all.” His ghostly gaze held a kind look. “Though that is exactly what I wanted to speak to you about. You see... I’ve dreams to build my own pack too. It started out as a small flutter in my heart, an inkling in my brain, but alas it has been growing larger and I feel it only right to share the news with you.”
Ganta dipped his head. “I want to create a pack where wolves can come together for fun and love... Festivals and all. A much more peaceful pack than what my father raised. I do not want to take anyone’s home, but rather build it from the ground up. I feel it’ll be more rewarding that way.” Ganta let out a light laugh. “I’m sure my father might even question if I’m really his son at this point. I do not want the blood of others... Though I do have my ambitions.” His smile faded, a serious look on his face.
“Though, with your permission, I’d like to remain in Ivalice a bit longer. I’d like to repay you for your kindness and help how I can. When my own pack forms... I’d like to hope that perhaps I could consider you at least on peaceful terms with it, if not allies if our minds are alike.” He was probably getting ahead of himself but what point was there in beating around the bush? |
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