Snippet #1697798

Koda had no idea who Oren was with, but he knew it wasn't Ian or anyone else from Springside; he would have recognized their scents. No, these were people who Koda had never met. But one thing Koda knew was that these people were, they made Oren uncomfortable. Her tone made it clear. And although Koda had never gotten along with Oren, he trusted her instincts well enough. He would be wary of these people he promised himself.

"The Sanguinarius?" he repeated, stepping deeper into the room. "Sounds familiar. I do believe we've had conflict with your group in the past. I do believe your old leader Cray tried to kill my mate on several occasions." His tone was friendly, but in a way that implied that he was actually being sarcastic, even if it wasn't obvious. "But I suppose it would be diplomatic of me to say that he put the past behind us, yes? Although I can't promise my mate will be as forgiving."

When he heard mention of Gabe he snorted and rolled his cloudy eyes, tapping his walking stick against his foot irately. "Groveling is a more accurate word for what he's doing" he grumbled childishly. He brushed his hair out of his face as the overgrown strands were starting to tickle his cheekbones. He needed a hair cut, he noted distantly.