She let the skin of the rabbit fall to the ground as this stranger glared in her direction. She was irritated, she barked out her words. She mocked Tlantli's accent. The coyote narrowed her red eyes at the child and leaned forward. "Leetle girl, aye ahm not your madre. Aye am not your padre. Aye do not care what you want to do, ahnd if you keep ahp with your rudeness, aye will not teach you anyt'ing." She was not afraid of a child, or of the child's parents. Tlantli was a Kimaris, proud of her lineage and unwilling to be bossed around by something so small. Not while she was simply trying to understand, at least.
Her attention returned to the pelt. "You want to learn, aye can teach you. But you promise not to teach anyone else. Aye ahm not here to teach the wolves, ahnd you ahre an exception." Her eyes shifted back to the small body. "Not the rule. Comprende?" This little girl would get her wish, if she truly wanted to speak to the silent woman who lived in their home, but Tlantli would not be responsible for teaching an entire pack some special language just for interacting. She didn't cater to wolves. She catered to herelf.
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