How was she going to fix what had been taken from her family? It was hard to say. A successful tiacapan would do the trick, but there was so little faith that her brothers would manage to do such a thing and she didn't have the right gender to follow the ehecatl traditions. Still, she wondered if it would help. Would her firstborn be a saving grace to the family she prided? Maybe she'd learn the answer, once she managed to find a suitable partner. There were so few possibilities in Salsola — Itachi was unknown to her and pack cultural standards prevented her from forcing her brother to do the act. It left Sirius, the handsome and intriguing Boss, but she had her reservations about him. As far as she was concerned, he was as much coyote as she, but she wouldn't be strung along and used like other women might and so she avoided the possibility that he'd be useful to her.
Again, the Arbiter's voice drew her back to the real world, and she paused her hands as he spoke of his daughter. "Yes, aye know." She regarded the girl, and her darker brother, as an extension of her family — they were the blood of her non-sister, and had Eris' life been different, she might have still remained a cousin to the significantly different woman. "She ess a good girl. Smahrt. But she ess not a coyote — she never will be. There ess only so much aye can do to please her interests. Ahfter a while, it ess all lost. My world ess not for your kind." She had taught the girl her mother tongue, she had begun the lessons in her graceful fighting, but none of it would be fully recognized by the Crone. Salvia would have to fill in the gaps, something that would prove worth to her 'aunt' and the woman's cruel god.
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