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I know. He teased. Of course, he knew it was a saying, it was popular enough to be heard from the lips of almost all strangers depending on the situation. You know — He paused for a moment, pondering his next words before letting them tumble out of his mouth. Oh, what a devilish thought it was! What a terrible idea indeed! There is a pack not too far from here. To the east of these woods, tucked away in a misty forest, they're kind and generous to weary travelers. Plenty of fresh food to go around. He wouldn't ruin it by mentioning it was mostly coyote and wolf meat, but it was meat... he simply wouldn't clarify what kind.

Would the bi-coloured eyed boy trust him enough to be duped into crossing the Nightwalkers' borders? To cross over with the promise of more food that wouldn't rot in his mouth. They were kind enough to let me stay, and I left on my own terms. No strings attached. He tossed the bait out to float in front of this wolf's nose, would he be tempted enough to take a bite?

Let my actions speak louder than my promises. He continued if he had wanted to take a bite out of the boy, he would have done so when his back was turned. Distracted by food, so much so that even as Abaddon first spoke to him he was too busy stuffing his face to turn around and greet the stranger who approached.  I only take a nibble when requested to. A coy wink was offered playfully to the other male. Letting his own imagination take over to decipher what Abaddon may have meant by it.

My father has brilliant rubies as pure as a stone. The young man said with a casual shrug, he, unlike the other male, was great at pretending to be humble. One could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, as that saying went. Though he always found that shit was better when it came to flies...