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“Liliyaaaa, А вы уже готовы?” the silver-shaded werewolf called into the empty house. Rurik had been working in the backyard, clearing away some of the summer's growth, when he heard the faint call. Anatoliy had already departed some time ago, and they were going to be quite late if Liliya took but a moment longer. Rurik could not possibly understand why it was taking her so long to get ready; after all, today they were headed out to do some real physical work. There was no point in getting prettied up for nothing.
“Я иду!” the cinnamon-shaded werewolf called, still messing with her hair in her room. A cracked mirror dangled precariously from the back of the door, a crooked nail and thin string holding it up. The blue-eyed woman finally threw her hair into one of the numerous bandanas she kept with her, tying it roughly behind her head. It sat before her ears and held her hair back and away from her face, which would be necessary today. The brown-hued woman dashed out front and past her father, running to the door and turning around when she'd reached the front sidewalk, prancing up and down with a huge grin on her face. “Давай, старик.” Her voice was light and teasing, and as Rurik exited the building he was smiling, unable to hold even a false stern face for more than a moment.
It did not take long for the pair to head to where the other canines were gathering. The elder male and his daughter were mostly silent as they made their way toward the small gathering of canines. Rurik waved toward Niro and Anatoliy as well as the two canines he was less familiar with. Anatoliy had told him about the promise to help, and Rurik wanted to throw his weight in, as well. Liliya was less eager to provide assistance, but she was a good daughter and she tended to do what her father told her, and Rurik had expressed his desire to help his packmates. The silver-shaded werewolf wandered over near the tail end of Niro's speech, and he grinned broadly. “Allo, everybody. Good afternoon for zhis work,” he commented quietly. “Allo,” added Liliya, though she was far quieter than her father. She did not possess the same prowess for social interaction as her father did, though she was far from introverted.
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