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The girl made no connections between the wolf before her and her clan's leader. Unless there were innumerable glaring similarities between two canines, she could rarely figure out who was related to whom. Although she had a certain knack for reading others' individual moods and feelings, she had never really understood when somebody would say "you have your father's ears!" or "you've got a tail like your mother's." The only exception to this was how she saw her
own parents in herself--the unique swirl of colours in her iris was definitely a gift from Twilight, and her slender, lithe build was most certainly from her coyote father.
"Nice to meet you," she offered with another slight dip of her head. Obviously, it was still too soon to say this with much conviction--but so far, Ahren seemed like somebody she could get along with.
"A glass blowing furnace, actually," she said with a mysterious little smile. It wasn't often that somebody was looking for something so elaborate or specific, and she knew it. Fishing around in her bag, she produced the small pipe she had made. It was black with trailing and swirling bands of yellow, green, and blue--much like her own eyes.
"It's kind of a hobby, but I'm mostly interested in repairing an old greenhouse I found."
