[h2]Xander[/h2]
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The mansion doors loudly burst open as a group of ten men piled in. Three were carrying dead deers, and a couple were carrying clothes and weapons they had gathered. The black haired man came in last, dragging a gorgeous sparkly gown. His black mask stood out amongst the sea of grey ones. The details of his mask were that of an rather menacing wolf. His vivid blue eyes stood out from the eye holes as they searched the foyer. The smell of chicken cooking made him turn and make his way toward the kitchen. His group followed. 

"Let me do the talking boys. Tonight we'll have a grand feast and tomorrow we will head into New York. The white wolf will be pleased with what we've come back with." Xander was always careful never to tell them her name. They had all decided they had to prove themselves worthy of learning the higher ups names. They had been calling him black wolf and just today he had revealed his name to be Xander to them. It would take a lot more effort to learn the her name though. They owed her everything. They had it better than anyone in the world right now.

Xander finally found her as she was entering the kitchen. Her beautiful red hair was tied in a ponytail. She was so kind and gorgeous. There was nothing wrong he could find about her. Sure, to some, the wolves were cruel for their killing but this was a world without law and governed by nature now. Nature's only law is survival of the fittest. Perenelle was more than kind for taking so many people into one of the only standing mansions. It was remarkable just how unharmed it was. 

"My lady. We've brought gifts."Xander announced to her. The group had surrounded her with the gifts. They were all down on one knee respectfully except for Xander. "We've got three more deers, lots of clothes, a couple more guns, a working radio, 2 working jeeps and a truck." He then presented the gown to her, "And I found you a dress that is almost as beautiful as you." His eyes traveled to Amelia as he awaited her response.  He was surprised they had found a use for the child. She hadn't any skill with a weapon so they had given her cleaning and cooking duties. There was maybe one or two more younger ones they had captured and allowed to survive. He had planned to train them to be strong, loyal wolves for Perenelle. Amelia was one of them. He had not got around to training her yet since everyone seemed to enjoy her as the cook. He was debating on just making that her permanent role.