Midas
07-17-2018, 04:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-17-2018, 04:44 PM by Magnolia.)
The man gestured for her to join him and Maggie settled upon her haunches, her wagging tail brushing against the ground. Enrico spoke of his pack's search for members and she couldn't help but grin. He asked why she was seeking a pack and Maggie chuckled. "I come from a long line of healers and traders." She began, watching him carefully for his reaction as she spoke, though there was some pride in the way she spoke of her family."I've long found that having a place to call home and a network to build upon is one of the best ways to ply my trade." Maggie shifted slightly, shifting her weight back so she was almost lounging. "Would you mind telling me Mr. Falcone about your Niente?" She tried, and probably failed, to mimic the way he had said the name of his pack. While Maggie was more than adaptable she would want a pack conducive to her own goals or at least wouldn't directly contradict them. |
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