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Fine eyebrows rose in response to the child’s strange words. Its perspective of this scene was intriguing, though coyote blood alone did not protect her with certainty, as it seemed to believe. Although, it would be a shame to slay blood that was pure. The young girl’s appearance spoke for her, and there seemed to be no touch of wolf on her. How fortunate. A seed of mild jealousy was planted, though Halo was no longer as unforgiving to the blood itself anymore. Enough coyotes had betrayed the clan, yet she, a child of polluted blood, had never let her loyalty falter the slightest. Not visibly, at least.
She wanted to argue with the girl, but how could she when the words spoken were true? A smile appeared, then, though it did not soften her sharp glare. ”You may not be the same, but I’m certain your head would fit one of these stick just as well.” But the adult’s initial anger was fading. Perhaps it was the mere fact that the cheeky child had refused to flee and had attacked her with reason. Halo liked to see fear in her prey, yet there was none here. The adult’s knees buckled and she crouched down before the girl, taking a moment of silence to look the child over in more detail.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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