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“She is a friend of Teaghlaigh,” He responded to Olive's question, offering her a tug of his lips upwards, into a soft smile. He watched as she scooted a few feet nearer. He did not mind. She was in no harm from him. They were Family, after all. She turned the conversation to him then and Arturo listened to her inquiry with a soft wag of his tail and the cup forth of his ears. What set his heart ablaze? He could think of few things. Children: in the purest sense, pack politics, and in a romantic sense a certain scarfed bard turned mummer. He understood well enough Olive had not been referring to his romantic life but Lotte crept into his thoughts unbidden and often these days. “I enjoy the politics behind leading a pack. I aim for the ambassador specialty, in particular,” But Arturo Fearghal was an intellectual being and he craved the idea of meeting fellow politicians or the idea of conquering and besting by outsmarting his enemies. He'd realized long ago that he needn't have the strength of a pure blood wolf to be able to best those who crossed him. All he needed was his mind. It was his strongest and accordingly, his most dangerous weapon in his arsenal.

“I see myself as a Counselor, too, an adviser and mentor, but I love children. I have raised four of my own, five if you count Chusi who has come under my care almost a month or so ago.” He counted Chusi but also he did not. He had not been there to guide her from the beginning but he was here to guide and love her now: and that was what mattered to him.

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