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"Christ, does it ever shut up?" David laughed bemused. He held his brother by his shoulder who was looking more and more concerned by the second on Jackson’s behalf.
Cade cocked his head to the side curiously, backing off slightly, and taking him in more fully - gauging Jackson’s posture, strength, demeanor, all from a glance.
"Jackson, huh?" Was all he said, his face enigmatic in its expression. Although it couldn’t be told what he was thinking about everything he said, at the very least he was looking a little less like he was about to eat him.
"Seems like a chatterbox to me, sir." David said, cracking his neck, "I could take care of ‘im if you like."
"No! But he helped me!" Mateo pulled away from his brother.
"Carnal— we can’t risk letting people we don’t know have any knowledge of where or what we are doing. He could be a Fido fetching information for humans."
"Alpha, please!" Mateo addressed Cade this time, pleadingly. "Everyone else ran away but he— he risked his life for me! For no reason and without hesitation! A complete stranger! Don’t we need people like that in the pack?"
Cade wasn’t positive on Jackson’s motivations. The only thing he felt fairly certain of at this point was that he had no intention of ending up here. In fact, he wasn’t even sure the kid had any intention in what he said or did beyond the present moment based on his unfiltered rambling. This meant he might not be a Fido but a blabber mouth which wasn’t much better if he went around telling his story all over town to human or werewolf. However, the act of saving Mateo was quite impressive and the type of fearlessness (and perhaps, yes, stupidity) one needed to be in Praetor Lupus.
Luckily Cade wasn’t a hot head like his Beta. He wasn’t the type, despite all his posturing, to squash a kid on the off chance they were a spy. Before he could make a decision on what exactly to do with him though, he felt like he needed to know more... He had listened very carefully to his blathering and certain things just weren’t adding up... Some of what he had mentioned about himself seemed off from what other werewolf youth might have experienced and his interest was piqued.
"What ghetto are you from, Jackson?" Cade finally asked after a pensive moment.
Cade cocked his head to the side curiously, backing off slightly, and taking him in more fully - gauging Jackson’s posture, strength, demeanor, all from a glance.
"Jackson, huh?" Was all he said, his face enigmatic in its expression. Although it couldn’t be told what he was thinking about everything he said, at the very least he was looking a little less like he was about to eat him.
"Seems like a chatterbox to me, sir." David said, cracking his neck, "I could take care of ‘im if you like."
"No! But he helped me!" Mateo pulled away from his brother.
"Carnal— we can’t risk letting people we don’t know have any knowledge of where or what we are doing. He could be a Fido fetching information for humans."
"Alpha, please!" Mateo addressed Cade this time, pleadingly. "Everyone else ran away but he— he risked his life for me! For no reason and without hesitation! A complete stranger! Don’t we need people like that in the pack?"
Cade wasn’t positive on Jackson’s motivations. The only thing he felt fairly certain of at this point was that he had no intention of ending up here. In fact, he wasn’t even sure the kid had any intention in what he said or did beyond the present moment based on his unfiltered rambling. This meant he might not be a Fido but a blabber mouth which wasn’t much better if he went around telling his story all over town to human or werewolf. However, the act of saving Mateo was quite impressive and the type of fearlessness (and perhaps, yes, stupidity) one needed to be in Praetor Lupus.
Luckily Cade wasn’t a hot head like his Beta. He wasn’t the type, despite all his posturing, to squash a kid on the off chance they were a spy. Before he could make a decision on what exactly to do with him though, he felt like he needed to know more... He had listened very carefully to his blathering and certain things just weren’t adding up... Some of what he had mentioned about himself seemed off from what other werewolf youth might have experienced and his interest was piqued.
"What ghetto are you from, Jackson?" Cade finally asked after a pensive moment.