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As far as being instantly drawn to another in this Arturo could not comment upon without being hypocritical. He had been drawn to Lotte in a way he wasn't able to explain. It was nothing like the initial allure of Duana which had been his ex-lover's estrus cycle. Age wasn't something Arturo paid too much mind to but he easily suspected his nightingale had yet to experience her's. Arturo, admittedly, was not half the romantic that Dakarai was who spoke of souls and destiny. The gangster did not believe in celestial beings, forces or fairy-tales for that matter. He was what he considered to be far too practical for such childish fantasies (to his mother's complete and utter chagrin). He had not been raised to scoff at such things for his mother believed very much in deities, fae and magicks. Yet, Arturo scoffed at such things nevertheless. As for the rush of Olive and Dakarai's relationship...Arturo couldn't help but feel slight disapproval on the matter personally. At the very least, when he finally told Lotte that he intended to court her they would have known each other for months. With her living in Donnelaith and him in Teaghlaigh their interactions had been limited but still they were not strangers by any means. Still, so long as his rules were followed and Dakarai saw to becoming ranked as one of The Family then the quickness of is and Olive's relationship didn't matter. Arturo only hoped that their eagerness to rush it would not let one or both of them heartbroken.

Dakarai's quick no turned into a “yes technically” and Arturo's lip curled up over his teeth. So he'd trespassed. Regardless of how quick it was and how he had amended himself it didn't matter. Trespassing was trespassing. Still, if you were going to trespass it was preferable to the gangster that you didn't get caught. Trespassing on Teaghlaigh's territory meant death. It was not something that Arturo tolerated in his own domain, but to claim he wasn't opposed to trespassing on other's territories so long as they were not allies and he didn't care what they thought of Teaghlaigh would be a lie. His only inhibition to causing strife with other packs of the Wilds was because Teaghlaigh was still an infant and they were small. Though they had Blackrock Depths to back them in the event of a war Arturo wanted to be sure they could handle their own, first. They could not always rely on the Depth warriors to cover their asses. Though it was the point of their alliance Arturo liked to know that Teaghlaigh was an independent nation and could provide and defend on it's own.

“Dakarai,” Arturo fixed the ebony male in his burning, fiery red-orange gaze. “If you trespass into another's lands and aren't immediately caught you don't draw attention to it. You leave.” Whether trespassing was an accident or not if he hadn't been caught Arturo wouldn't have lingered and he certainly wouldn't have drawn attention to it. “By calling for them and admitting your crime you received your due punishment.” And Arturo couldn't truly feel sorry for him, nor could he blame the Blackfeather Woods wolves for doling out a punishment. Arturo would have done the same thing. “I hope for if no one else's sake but Olive's own, you've learned your lesson. You should be aware of your surroundings and if you do something you shouldn't and can make a clean get away: you leave without drawing attention to yourself. Cover your track if you're worried about being hunted but you get the hell out of dodge, understand?” Dakarai had spoken of worry and perhaps it had been guilt that had drove him but that was not something Arturo could emphasis with. He rarely felt guilty for his actions. He might not always be right but Arturo wouldn't apologize for what he did (usually because he wasn't sorry for it). Then again, the gangster had been tempered and molded in a very different forge.

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