Ravensblood Forest whiskey is good proofing water

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She posed a good question to him: what if she gave them respect but they did not return it to her. “Then you take it from them,” He was not very merciful when he took respect that he had shown another that they refused to show him. “You display that you are the dominant one and that if they do not back down and submit to you that you will do whatever is necessary to ensure that they do submit.” Arturo wasn't really sure how to explain it. He knew from experience. What it felt like to be bullied into submission by wolves older and bigger than him. Probably his first retaliation and display of dominance over those that had looked down upon him had ended with his first life taken. Arturo Fearghal was a “by any means necessary” kind of guy and did not draw a boundary line between life and death. A warning was what was given, out of manners of course, and if that was ignored then anything was free game in the gangster's mind.

Her comparison to moving forward from mistakes and the borders was an intelligent one. He'd never thought of it that way, admittedly. “Yes, just like that. The branches, rocks and trees are your mistakes,” He informed her as they walked, going off of her idea. “you know they are there. You see them. You acknowledge them, right? And you move around them and continue on with your patrol, but you keep them in the back of your mind so you don't run into them, so you avoid them next time.” His ears slicked back in a contemplative gesture for a moment before he looked over and a little bit down at Chusi with an affectionate smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That was a very astute observation, Chusi.” He complimented her.

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