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Regardless of the younger canine's status, the silver-shaded coyote found a certain interest within herself for him, of course—he was her grandson, her flesh and blood. Her yellow-golden eye had not left him since she had arrived, and there was sparkling interest glittering there, his question drawing a frown across her face. “Whatever you have to tell,” she countered, and though the words were not harsh, there was a certain tone to the silvery coyote's voice. She had her unruly children, and she did not wish for this red-eyed one to go astray in the way of his half-uncles Vitium and Andrezej. For that, she must foster and encourage respect in him, yet she knew forcing it would do no good. He was too old for those sorts of games.
He spoke of a place the silver-shaded hybrid was unfamiliar with. She had looked at a world map perhaps once or twice in her long lifetime, and she remembered almost none of it—she had been lost so far away from here on the west coast, and it was only by virtue of a canine who had seen her homeland that she was even able to make it back. “Where is Egypt? Tell me about it,” she inquired, curious to know of the canine's homeland. “And your mother? She tends to Samael now?” the scarred woman asked. She was made of questions, which was rather unusual—except that where her grandchildren were concerned, there was nothing but curiosity. Where was this exotic place that had spawned them?
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