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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 26px">E </span><span style="font-size: 22px">n z o  </span><span style="font-size: 26px">M </span><span style="font-size: 22px">a v e r i c k </span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family:Quicksand">    Enzo remained leaning back in his chair, a casual position as he listened to the replies of Hop and the alpha. The sentinel looked to the elder with a raised brow. Some may have seen his last sentence as an old man's wisdom, but he had learned to take everything quite the opposite. Enzo noted the possible threat and went his merry way of giving the alpha his attention. He basically said the same as the old man, only in his shit-flinging own words. Other than a humored shrug, the dark haired man didn't give much of a response. If anyth<span style="font-family:Quicksand">ing, his objective was to bring the issue to light. The bickered, while amusing, was getting old. </span><br/>
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    It wasn't long before the wolves at the table began to go their own ways. Silas was first to stand and make his exit. It was around that time that the beta male made his own appearance, smelling heavily of wolves not from this pack. Enzo furrowed his brow and stood before he realized what he was doing. The scent had him on edge, and it took everything in his power to not follow the higher ranks to their secluded talk. Instead, he heaved a sigh to expel the tension. He knew he'd be kept in the know one way or another.<br/>
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    In the mean time, there was little to worry about. Well, there way actually quite a bit to worry about with the wolf scent on their beta, however Enzo was choosing not to let the thoughts fester in his mind. Pondering the possibilities was pointless when he didn't have all of the facts. He pushed his chair in towards the table and glanced over to Prim. He chuckled and walked over to the tanned female, placing a hand on her chair. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(179, 179, 179)">"Well that was an entertaining meal,"</span> he stated blandly, never having been one to be able to make small talk well.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"> "What does the lovely Primrose have on the agenda for the rest of this evening? Besides scolding Silas."</span> Enzo threw in a small tease at the end, attempting to lighten the mood from the previous conversations around the table. <br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px">-- tags ; Primrose. Zephyr &amp; Lyden mentioned.</span></span>