Neverwinter Forest He's sick of seldom.

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"Oh, I see...but what I don't understand is why you left your brother and pack?" Oracle asked with a quizzical expression of wonder written across his muzzle. The question came as borderline hypocritical - after all, he was the one who had left his roaming family for no reason other than to find a place he felt he belonged. His elder brother would have assumed supremacy had he stayed. Oracle had never really thrown about the idea of being a leader. Now it seemed as if he could have led his family had he shown his weight off to his smaller but older brother; he was more fit to defend the small unit in every way, but a strange compel to run free of major responsibility shaped his life more than mere ambition.

He might have otherwise assumed this female was of the dominant stature, but he couldn't guess what Dany was all about...he sensed she was withholding something.

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