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The silver-shaded hybrid peered at her small, grayscale grandchild. Unlike herself, the only evidence of any color in him were his eyes, bloody red and no doubt inherited straight from Astaroth himself, through Samael. “You should stake your claim to a cave or a room,” the silver-furred coyote said, wishing she had the room to offer him a place to stay in her own cave—but with Vieira there, it was cramped already as it was, and the addition of another body would only worsen it.
The scarred hybrid settled down next to him, her good eye facing him, though her muzzle still pointed out to sea, her eye flicked over to study him. “Tell me about yourself, Mkhai,” she asked, wanting to know everything at once, whatever he was willing to tell her—he was a complete mystery, and the hybrid had only a precious few of her grandchildren remaining within Inferni territory. Though she had once cared nothing for her own blood, age and late-blossoming muliebrity had given the silver-furred canine a certain burning love for her family and all of its members automatically—once that trust was shattered, however, as in the case of Vitium, forgiveness was hardly possible.
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