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In Hikaru’s mind the train of thought was flawless, Hanako must be of a high rank if she was a diplomat, and the high ranking wolves would likely work with the heir of the pack. He’d yet to meet any of Mort’s other siblings but he was vaguely aware of the brother who shared his heir title. Hana used the boy’s nickname and mentioned what she thought of him. ”Yeah he’s been really nice, if he hadn’t asked me to join the Armada I don’t know where I’d have ended up.” Probably a little koicicle somewhere. ”The Armada has to be a pretty great pack with an heir like him, right?”

Hana encouraged him a bit, uncertain completely of where he was coming from but she knew the pack. He had nearly a lifetime of training even if he failed at using it most of the time, he was far ahead of some that joined here. ”Well, let's hope that’s the case.” He wasn’t completely convinced, but there was promise. Mortis was always so helpful he was certain to get assistance if it was well and truly needed. ”Good to know someone has faith in me.” He half chuckled at himself, reminded starkly of the family that pressed him out of his home.