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Ugh, my muse is nonexistent today ><
just keep posting, just keep posting

He nodded at her words. "You are young, to have been in such a position." Even now she was, for she was easily a year his junior. Yet that was never something that would bother him. A wolf's measure was not in age, but in how they commanded themself. She seemed pretty well grounded, at least from his standpoint.

"You are a lucky woman, but somehow I feel Peregrine is fortunate as well. I think you will do well here, for what my opinion is worth." Some might say their conversation wasn't enough to get the measure of anyone, but Dante felt differently. You could tell a lot about someone by simply speaking and watching how they reacted both in words and body language. And from what he could tell, Fox was a pretty straightforward, cards on the table type. If the honesty he thought he read pervaded then at least he would know where he stood with her. And that he could appreciate.