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Thank you! 
SSWM: 284
Fiachra had been blessed not to be bloodshy. She almost wished she'd stayed in her upright form now. She kept her eyes down for the most part still, holding her paw out to her new leader. A glance up showed her striking green eyes, another gave her the image of a dagger. She didn't raise her posture, for she was not accepted yet - that was soon to come. She realized a moment too late that the paw she offered already had damage to it from her rosary. Well enough, may as well keep all of the damage to one place, right? She braced herself for pain, a sensation that she wasn't sure if she hated or loved anymore. Once upon a time, she'd disliked pain, but oh, how things were changing.
She stole a glance at Itachi, a handsome boy with crimson eyes that shone with adoration. For the alphess? Seemed so. She kept her eyes low after that, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She was fairly good at being inconspicuous, but she was tired. God forbid that she might slip up and look for too long. That would be a problem that she didn't want to face. Really, she didn't want to face anything right now - she wanted to sleep.
She kept her voice low when replying to the words of her leader. "Thank you, ma'am. The virus - is that the Shifting? Like you have. I have that." She was careful when comparing herself to her superior; her voice did not leak an ounce of belief that their similarity made them equal. Careful, always careful, Fiachra was. She was finally home. Now, to just not fuck it up.