Save the last dance

Of the Destruction wolves he'd seen around, the man figured he would most likely run into the women of his wife's family. They seemed to be the more dominant sex in the Destruction family so far and they were the ones that he had seen around more often. But one could imagine how surprised he was to spot the smaller figure of a Destruction male, one of Song's younger brothers trotting up to ebony knight. If memory served him correctly, the young man hadn't been around in Ludicael lands in quite some time. Or had he? Cherokee wouldn't be surprised if he had been in the lands the entire time, but the Guardian had just missed him. Ludi had expanded territory after all so there were plenty of places to go unnoticed if a wolf really wanted to.


Hi! would come the enthusiastic greeting from the young man as he approached, a smile already dawning across his features. A friendly would be returned to the young man, white marked plume curling high over his hips in a wag as bi-colored gaze took inventory of the boy, committing his looks to memory. Now if only he could attach a name to his face. Hello young man. You are a sibling of my wife, yes? I'm sorry, I haven't been able to catch your name. I'm Cherokee, in case you didn't know. It's a pleasure to meet you. He hadn't been this cordial with anyone in quite some time and it was nice to fall back into his usual demeanor, not the angry one that he had adopted as of late. Gaze would briefly take a survey of the hot springs around them, finding the area to be empty. Satisfied that there were no pressing dangers, the man would allow his attention to return to the young man, wondering if he would introduce himself.


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