the hills have eyes.

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Cross rolled over onto his bellow and elbows, his ears perking forward to show their yellow fluff. "Kaios." The name slipped quietly from his muzzle. It was obvious he had heard it before, but aside form that neither his eyes nor his voice betrayed anything. He was looking at the other boy intently, now from a slightly more defensible position. He knew it! The dark coat. The purple eyes. Why hadn't the thought pressed itself further into his mind before? The boy before him bore a striking resemblance to his cousin-er-well- nephew really, Kairos. The son of the black, half-faced wolf who'd forced himself on Keki. None of the pups had born any of the blame - they were all full pack members and family members. They had no control over the instances of their conception. But... but this male didn't say it like it was a bad thing. Almost as though he were proud of it. Or maybe Cross was mistaken.

Thoughts swirled behind implacable green eyes. He resisted the urge to ask: 'Was your mother raped to?'. No matter how innocent the direction of the inquiry there, that wasn't bound to go over well. Cross only knew a fraction of what his older packmates knew of the purple eyed beast, and even that was scanty at best. For now, he would not go making enemies of people just over their father's name - especially since Cross had been starting to like this other youth.

So instead of bringing up the possiblity of old wounds, Cross lounged back slightly and managed a half smirk. "Well, then it's nice to meet you cousin." The lad gave a lazy flop of his tail. "You're the half brother of one of my family members." That smirk grew into a rather cocksure grin. "Now I'm glad I didn't squash yah."





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