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She reveled in the chance to blur the lines of hierarchy, enjoying the shift in expression that the Thistle King exhibited upon her insubordinate tap to his nose. Of course, Tlantli knew where she stood. She was there because of Eris, for Eris, as Eris' underling in the ways of spirit and ritual. Were it not for the dark Auxiliary, she would not have been sought out by the brown-and-tan Boss. Perhaps that was why she danced around the fine lines of leadership, not wanting to take the crown from either figure, but enjoying her chance to mingle in the limelight; she had a desire to forge her own place, one not reliant on the dark woman. After all, she was a Kimaris. While Eris was, in the face of family, a sister...she would never be such a thing.
Her laughter seemed to surprise Sirius, if only for a moment, and fiery eyes took notice of movement in his ears before it faded away. It was strange to the golden coyote that the sound caused such a reaction; yes, she herself was unfamiliar with her laughter, but why should it faze anyone else? All smiles remained as the thought plastered itself to her mind; her face was unwilling to show that she felt confusion. While he moved to sit in front of her, she allowed her gaze to wander elsewhere. It wasn't until he spoke again that she became an attentive servant once more.
The bear paws were her gift, something for her to use as she pleased. With restrained glee, she pulled herself to her knees, taking the severed animal hands from the Boss in order to closer examine them. "Tan magnífico..." Her whispered voice faded into nothing as androgynous hands smoothed over the fur, fingers picking at the place of severing; a determination came over her features, a sign of realization that she knew exactly what to do with the paws of the bear. "Gracias, Sie-reese. Aye appresiate them."