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Bain's eyes widened, ears perked at the sound of his father's response. Though glad that he had seen most of the siblings, the gangster wondered of Bowie's whereabouts. At the mention of Bowie's possible success, Bain let himself slip into a more eased state. Perhaps his brother was prospering -- the alternative was not something the gangster wanted to think about. "The Fearghal family is strong. Wherever Bowie must be, I am sure he is fine," Bain stated, trying to appear unaffected. Like himself, Bowie was always determined, if not ambitious. Bain himself was extremely zealous when it came to success, even if there was no one there to witness it. The coywolf was self-driven, something he could pride himself on.

He was basking in his own light when Arturo spoke once more. Bain matched his fiery gaze with his own, contemplating on what to say. He had formed the idea of joining others a while back, but hadn't acted on it much. Seeing Devin made him realize how he long for a family structure of some sort. Once he told his father what he intended to do with his life, it would he set in stone -- as if he was pledging to act on his words.

"I am thinking of joining a pack, possibly near the ocean," Bain mused aloud, waiting for his father's response.