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*Alley smiled and looked over to Amara from there she was sitting*
Hi there*she says with a sweet voice*

She moved towards them and sat on a chair that was placed next to where they were both sitting. She smiled at them both lovingly and pushed her hair back off her face. It was as she did this that she suddenly rememebr something.
"Ah, i 'ave somethin' i need t'give yee both. I found 'im in t'woods that meself went to. 'is mother was killed by'a trap that was set."
She moved out of the tavern quickly and then returned with, what seemed to be a small grey, fur ball cudded within her arms.
"Meself left 'im outside t'play with t'butterflies."
She walked over to them both and layed the little ball of fluff on the couch. Slowly the fluff began to uncurl and a young grey wolf sat there. The wolf was no older than 6weeks old and no bigger than new born baby human.

Sergeant put down his cup and stood up. He walked over to Amara, and offered her his hand, and a dagger hilt. "Hello, my name is Sergeant Gamin Rancor. Might I ask what yours is?"

Amara peered at Alley, hoping she would say that he could. This wolf had no family and no place to live. It's pack had left him curled up with his dead mother and if Damion could not keep him Amara would have to take him back to her place, but, unfortunatly, Amara did not really have the time to care and nurture a baby wolf.
She peered at the man who had walked over to him. She stood up as he spoke and offered his hand, but, instead of taking it in a handshake she bowed down graciously and replied.
"Me name is Amara, Amara of Boktor if yee be wantin' th'whole story."
She picked herself up from the bow and smiled at him warmly before sitting on the couch where she had placed the wolf cub.

"Thank you grandma." Damion replied and cuddled with the baby wolf, letting it lick his cheek. "Hehe...." He gently scratched behind its ears and watched it curl up into him as he stared at the fire. "I promise to take care of you...One day..you will be the greatest wolf in history.." He whispered to it.

Amara smiled greatly as Alley agreed to let Damion keep the cub. Damion had a new friend and the cub had a home... all she needed to do now was teach Damion to speak and understand wolves. She turned to Gamin as he sat beside her and smiled.
"T'pleasure be all mine, Master Rancor. T'is hard t'say really. Boktor is no longer a part of t'world... Everyone fled there when..."
She paused and looked down to the ground in sadness.
"When t'bandits and vampires raided the city, killin' everythin' they could lay their filthy 'ands on."
She then peered at Damion and the wolf cub.
"Yee be most welcome, me littl' Damion."

*Ali emerged inside the bar for once to others of his genuine apperance, Underneath his usual set of clothes. A few strings of hair waveing back and fourth infront of his deep blue eyes after each step, his lips holding his usual grin whenever he felt conent. Eventualy arriveing at the bar counter, pouring himself a drink and turning towards the crowd while leening oneo the bar.*