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The tawny-furred man spoke of his home and losing it, and the sable-shaded hybrid listened, one ear pricked upwards. She did not usually find sympathy within herself, but a vague tingle of it ran through her, and she frowned at his words. “Mmm. And I take it if you established a den, you didn't just show up here last week, either,” the sable-furred woman surmised, rolling her head toward him and giving him a rather peculiar look, lifting her brows. Why hadn't his clan stepped in to help him yet, if they had lost so little? Maybe in the end blood was more important than it seemed at first. Her gaze did not move from him as he continued to speak; clear interest showed on her coal-hued face as the pale coyote spoke of her mother, and an even more interesting subject. Haku Soul, was it? She hadn't know his name proper until that very moment; Larkspur had mentioned only his first name. “What'd he do to my mother?” she asked earnestly, hoping this appeared to be in the nature of a concerned daughter rather than a curious bystander, especially one more interested in the other party.
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