the hills have eyes.

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Cross had left Basilisk with something to mull over, but it wasn't long before his own morals and thoughts were challenged with another question. Cross thought hard and long, taking his time in that battle scared land. "I'd say that would depend entirely upon why they killed him. If they were little less than a murderer themselves, taking a stranger's life for no reason other than entertainment in the suffering of others, then... no I wouldn't leave it at that. I've no idea what I'd do, but I'd want to go after them. However... if the other wolf challenged him to a fair fight and was doing so to try to rid the world of a monster and protect those around them..." Well that would be different, then, wouldn't it? "I'm pretty sure I'd still dislike them.-" The youth shrugged. "-But I go after them. I don't know, if my grandfather had remained evil and been a cruel creature towards his family perhaps I would've thanked the other wolf." Would it hurt the other youth to hear things so blunty put? He had asked Cross for his own opinion. And of course it could only be speculation. Guesses at a version of reality that could never come to pass. Cross had been lucky enough to be raised by good wolves. Even if his home had been anything but peaceful and secure, he could still thank his lucky stars for that.

Emerald eyes glanced up ever so slightly, and said in hushed tones, "I am sorry if that is not the response you wished to hear."



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