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Devon sighed. "Is that what you've been talking about?" he asked, looking between them both.
Sheryl flipped the page. "Don't make another cage, Devon. Even if it's made with good intentions." she said, glancing at him. "Len and I had to figure that out the hard way. You can't afford it."
He flinched and looked at Lark. She wasn't the type to really push for what she wanted, but he could tell she wanted this. "Fine." he grumbled. He didn't have to be happy about it.

Robin grinned and walked over. This was going to be an interesting experience. She couldn't wait to see just what she could do now.

"Problems with our partners. We're not out there for people to see. They're not getting the credit of "supporting a good cause". Greedy ba-," he coughed. "businessman care about looking good than actually helping. They'e using the excuse that there money isn't being put to good use."
Devon shook his head. "So we need more publicity. Nothing I can't handle, but a major headache."

Devon raised an eyebrow. "McCain? That's a good idea. I know about him." he said.

Sheryl glanced. "It's been hectic. We've probably been trying to stay out of the town too much to sniff that out." she glanced at him. "Not to mention all the newbies coming in."

Devon nodded. "We'll find a way to get all of it settled." He smiled at Lark and looked through the pictures. The smiled spread. "So you decided to put it on paper." he stated. They drawing were very good. Detailed. "It's good. Great in fact."

Devon was reluctant, so Sheryl answered. "There was an accident, so the Phoenix pack has a new member. Two voluntarily changed in Wisconsin. A few other here and there. Seven in total. We need to keep track, make sure they have control. If not, we relocate them to the best Alpha to teach him/her."
"Quite detailed, aren't you?" Devon grumbled.
"Better than clawing an answer out of you. She's pack now. Get used to it. Can't always be closed mouthed with humans. Or are you not willing to share?"
He looked down and Lark and pulled her closer, grinning. "Not at all."
Sheryl chuckled. "I'll take that as my que to go cook something. Have fun." She stood and left.

Devon nodded, closing his eyes as she played with his hair. "Usually it's names according to the capital of largest city near the pack's territory. Sometimes geography. Mine is the Rocky Mountain pack." He chuckled. "Not the best name, but better than Bitterroot pack."

"That was what our pack was originally called. Not very good, huh?" He chuckled.
"You pack, because I claimed you as my mate. That's enough. My pack will protect you. They want to meet you at least. Just remember. You take your position in the pack from me."
Then he answered her simpler question. "Yes, I wear cologne, but only a little. And I didn't know either. It's relaxing." he said, running his fingered through her hair. It was a little dull from sweat and sickness, but still beautiful. "I don't know why my hair feels the way it down. Werewolf side effect." he joked.

Devon nodded and patted her head. "Alright. I'll be back." he said, getting up. It wasn't log before her returned in more comfortable clothes and a basin of warm water and a rug.
He set down on the side of the bed and set the basin on the table. "Thought you might want to freshen up a bit.