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Reyson liked how this one talked. His accent was strong, but it was full-bodied. He liked it. Reyson wouldn't have minded if the other had taken a leg. He would have gladly shared, this was for Rosenkarm after all.

Reyson didn't mind the blood on him, it was almost normal, nostalgic. Which was strange and a little sickening if he thought to hard of it, but he knew blood well, his own and others. The youthful wolf pulled a reluctant smile from Reyson, and he nodded. 

I live in Mereo if you come to the borders do not cross them, just call. I wouldn't want you to get harmed on my behalf. You will see me again, Rosenkarm.

Reyson dipped his head and without another word, he started off at a gait that would keep the fawn atop his back, he hoped the young wolves of the pack liked it, or even the mothers.