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I really like your writing style and Fiachra ^^ wc: 413
She liked that Itachi was being pro-active and watching the borders. The pack members had just as much responsibility in that sense as anyone else; she couldn't be out on the borders all the time, and was glad to see that Itachi had been here to catch this wolf before anything had happened. Not that she felt that Fiachra was dangerous or anything...but one could never know. Naniko had a pure coat and nice look about her, or so she thought, which was very misleading.
The young Lykoi was doing a good job with the acceptance process so far. His words put a new light on the situation; she wasn't as worried about Fiachra being a foreign wolf and about her presence at the borders. She was a wolf seeking refuge, to become one with the wolves of Anathema. This pleased Naniko; her pack was relatively new, but there were always spots there for new Zepars in her ranks.
The Angela's favorite work was the dabbling that she did with poisons; she had once been a healer, but had now turned to the darker side of things. She wondered how Fiachra would get along with Demi, her neice; the girl was one of the pack's current medics, though she was a bit twisted when it came to that. Many members of the pack, herself included, enjoyed to partake in some previously illegal activities; drugs and alcohol were more than welcomed here if one was a user of them.
"Sounds like a basic Zepar to me." Her gravelly voice said. "Though you might look into the craftsman or healing rank tier once you've been around for a while. In short, welcome to the pack. Our doors are always open to wandering souls." Naniko pulled one of the daggers from her belt. She hadn't shared blood with one in wolf form before, but it would be easy enough to make a little cut in one of the girl's paw pads.
"To become a pack member, though, you must be willing to do one thing; we must share a small amount of blood. I don't know if you have the virus...but even if you don't, it won't be enough to make you change into one of us." She pricked her own finger with the razor-sharp tip of her blade, then put her hand toward Fiachra, palm-up, wanting to take a hold of it and give her a similar cut so that they could become true pack members.