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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Beowulf Estate - Amarillo, TX
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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Xavier nods sternly, once again only glancing at the other Alpha when he stands before shifting his focus again. [b]“If it exists, we probably have at least one. And if we don’t have any, we know how to procure it for our clientele.”[/b] It could be a mistake, but when he speaks next, he sounds almost bitter and sarcastic. [b]“We [i]are[/i] the Beowulfs, after all.”[/b]

[color=7EA6D7]“Y-yes, what a pleasure to meet you too, Mister…”[/color] Willow’s already forgotten this particular man’s name, the only thought in her mind is that he looks like toad. 

‘Mister Toad’ takes her free hand and presses his slime lips to her knuckles. [b]“John Matrius.”[/b] He says before Aethel shoos him away for the next guest. 

[b]“Here,”[/b] He says, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the saliva off of Willow’s hand. [b]“Well, has anyone stood out to you yet, [i]Mon petit lapin[/i]?”[/b] Willow shakes her head but her peripheral vision catches Rowan standing up. 

[color=7EA6D7]“It’s not like I’m allowed to choose.”[/color] She whispers this, but Aethel hears and laughs.

Once his laughter subsides to just chuckles, he tells the audience, [b]“She has spunk, this one!”[/b]

[hider=Translations] Mon petit lapin = my little bunny (French)[/hider]