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Ara! Of course, now that the woman said her name the brute remembered meeting her before. She was indeed a healer, and he’d asked her that the first time they’d met. His nerves must have really been frazzled from recent events to forget a face, though to be fair their meeting was fairly fleeting. His ears were turned respectfully towards the older woman as she spoke, finding interest in her knowledge about white willow bark. His gaze shifted towards the trees around them for a moment, his ghostly gaze shining with thought. Then his gaze shifted back to Ara, watching as she pulled out an herb. He dipped his head respectfully to her before speaking, though his mind had been made up simply over the fact she was a healer and a Fiorian.
“But of course she can! You are more than welcome in our lands, Ara… forgive me for not recognizing you sooner. There have been quite a few things on my mind in starting Dragoste off after all.” He gave a small smile. “I thank you for the trillium as well… It is a welcome gift.” He glanced back towards Roza and then looked to Ara again. “It might seem… a strange idea… but Fiorians are welcome in our lands as much as those from Dragoste are. Fiori holds Roza’s family… they hold my trust.” The man chuckled softly. “All I’d ask is a quick howl letting us know you’re coming in so Dragoste wolves don’t misunderstand your purpose when you need to return.” He leaned into Roza a little, giving a small smile.
He just hoped his judgement on such a thing wasn’t too naive. He hadn’t spoken to Leo about an alliance yet, or at least a peace between their packs… but why would Leo become their enemy when his daughter was the secondary? Ganta mentally scoffed at himself. Things were going to be fine… At least in that regard. When it came to his own kin… Well… He’d handle that. |
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