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To Dakarai's words and promises Arturo did not respond for it would only serve to make him redundant and Arturo was not the type of man that enjoyed repeating himself. The ebony Comhlach had his rapt attention and the intense burn of the Ceannasach's fiery gaze spoke for him: we will see. When asked to be dismissed the gangster offered it with a sharp gesture of his muzzle, a silent dismissal and farewell in one swift, languid motion. The melanistic coywolf watched Dakarai disappear from his view before he, too, moved on to the next task on his agenda: check and fill the pack's caches. The Comhlach's had it so hard, had so much expected of them before they could join the ranks of The Family because trust was a core element of Teaghlaigh. The Family had to trust him, as Ceannasach and each other just as much as he had to trust them and in the workings of The Family trust and respect was earned not freely nor blindly given.

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