[center][h2][color=0076a3]Alder Reynolds.[/color][/h2]

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The cafe was quaint and cozy, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The smells were instantly pleasant, overall, he really liked the place. It was hard not to like such a comforting atmosphere and he tried to take it all in. It was very colorful, in a way it was not unlike the school itself. The seat that Sierra had chosen backed her against the wall, he couldn't help feeling that it might have been a strategic choice. 

More of that feralness, a wolf amongst humans. She was cornering herself so that nothing could get her from behind. She didn't want to be surprised, he understood the appeal of preventive measures but [i]not here.[/i] For once in his life, he felt relatively safe here. He had his wariness about being surrounded in so many oddities but, mostly, he was pretty sure that he was safe. 

He took his seat across from her, his movements fluid and easy. 
He naturally had a very open posture about him, he leaned back, he rested his arms on the table in a relaxed position and he carefully looked the werewolf over. Despite her edginess, she seemed to like him so far. He was glad that he hadn't scared her off yet and he was hoping to keep it that way. He'd had a bad track record of annoying wolves. 

Perhaps there was something inherent about werewolves disliking vampires. As much as he liked animals, he often found that animals didn't like him very much. It might have had something to do with him smelling dead, he'd have to ask someone about that sometime. He never remembered having much issue with animals as a human, Amaranth would know. Strange how he was managing so well without her, it made something sting in the back of his mind.

He focused his thoughts on the wolf before him. She had something about her that he found interesting, she was very different than what he was used to. It hadn't taken him long to find familiarity in her company though. Sierra was likeable, of that he was sure. He wanted to be her friend, he hoped he didn't screw this up.

"[color=0076a3]Right,[/color]" he said, voice brightening considerably at the thought of quizzing her about her species. "[color=0076a3]You're the first werewolf who's ever really given me the time of day, it's kind of amazing, honestly. I always wanted to learn more about your kind.[/color]"

He leaned forward on his elbows, his blue eyes inquisitive. "[color=0076a3]What was your pack like? How are positions decided in packs? I've always been very curious of that, does it work the same as wolves in the wild? Is it more complex than that? Was your alpha kind- unless [i]you[/i] were the alpha, were you the alpha? If not, could you ever [i]be[/i] an alpha?[/color]"
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