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"and why would i be?" the wraith returned leisurely, his good mood thinning the gravel in his voice and adding a heavy slink to his tall walk that made his typically militant gait a little jaunty and crooked. the gait of a yearling. he sidled alongside the stone ingot, draping his head briefly across the kapitan's towering shoulder, before pulling his skull back and leaning down to examine his soldier's broad, rime-ridden forepaws. he gave one of them a cursory sniff, and then a couple small licks of concern, standing up straight again as he nakedly marveled at the first of his chosen wolves - his favorite, if anyone suspected otherwise.

perhaps it was the impending heat in diaspora's air, but stigmata was becoming more and more distracted with the thought of a good fight - a vision of mahler's thick soot nape clenched gleefully between his teeth. his tail wagged firmly; hoping to infect his kill-brother soon with virile euphoria.