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He watched with undivided interest at Kjalarr when he spoke of his story, simple and clean. Watching the impassive features twist slightly made him wonder if Kjalarr's childhood was less pleasant than his. Feeling a slight stab of pity for not only Kjalarr, but all of those who did not have such fortunate childhoods like his, Slancio was once again glad that he had gotten a simple and joyful experience growing up. Horned Owl Vallet had his own paradise, and Slancio had decided to leave simply because he was grown. Thinking back on it, he had really gotten off the lucky end. He could have been considered a spoiled and selfish brat back then, pampered by the easy hunting and life with his family. He had left Horned Owl Valley on good terms with them, with a promise of someday coming back to visit. Watching Kjalarr now, he realised, not for the first time, but the first time in a while, that the world was not perfect. Wolves remained shunned of what should have been a happy childhood. While Slancio had not been one of those wolves, he felt sympathy towards them, hoping they would remain strong. 

When Kjalarr spoke up again after a moment's pause, he simply mentioned that he was going for scout as well. Slancio noted the new information down, wondering if one day they would be able to go on a scouting trip. So far, he had visited some of the territory beyong Felltree Marsh, as well as shoreline along the coast. Ambassador was not a part of the trade he had considered before, but he could see how Kjalarr would go for it. He was correct in his assumption that the bulky wolf was going for mercenary, but he was surprised to hear that the beta had been born inside of Teekon. Thinking back onto the thoughts he had developed earlier, Slancio did not miss how little Kjalarr mentioned his past, but chose not to comment on it. "I had not expected that." He admitted sheepishly. "You do not have the looks of a wolf born inside these wilds. But perhaps your heritage from your father's bloodline would explain that." He said at last, hoping he was prodding too much.