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Leo confirmed his question, that he was indeed the father of his dear friend Roza. His smile lingered, ghostly gaze remaining fixed politely on the other wolf. “I met her by the hotsprings one day, sir.” Ganta explained, letting out a light laugh. “I was a little worried at first. Seems your pack had just moved from that area fairly recently at the time. The scent of Fiorian’s was beginning to fade but enough to make me wonder if I had accidentally crossed into a pack territory.” The younger brute saw no reason to lie, especially to this man.
“If I may be a bit bold, Leo, sir…” Ganta lifted his head a little more, deciding to be upfront with the other wolf. “I’ve already expressed my interests of creating a pack to your daughter. I… I want to create a place for my friends and family, a place where they can be safe and do what they are most skilled at. A place where they won’t be pressured to be something they’re not.” As he spoke of Dragoste his eyes lit up. “One of the wolves I want to create that pack for now is Roza… not that you’re not a capable leader or anything…!” Ganta gave more of a sheepish smile.
Well crap… he felt awkward now. Might as well go all the way with what he was saying now, right? “What I mean to say is… I want to protect your daughter. I want to give her a new home… a place of new adventures. But I wouldn’t ask her to do anything she didn’t want to of course! I just… she’s a good friend, you know? I like her a lot.” He was probably rambling by this point… nervousness setting in. Yeah, maybe talking to Roza’s dad without her wasn’t the greatest idea… |
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