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Jace chuckled again under his breath and smiled at his sister his blue eyes glowing with mirth. It was time for business though and he turned back to the mud splattered canine in front of him. He tilted his head and studied him. Well met Sumayl. My sister has good instincts. After all she's been putting up with me since birth with grace. He shrugged his shoulders and then studied the male, it was hard to see any musculature definition or anything under the mud. So he didn't know if the male was sick or not, but he didn't seem to be.

I am Jace. So tell me, Sumayl what would make you a good addition to our ranks? What does my sister see in you to make sure you stay? How can you help us?