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Io smiled hollowly as Aeron spoke. 'We both held respected ranks there, and we both wish to display our worth here also', she had been a Caelem and Aeron had been a Hydra. This place felt more like Cesarski than Inferni did, this place had a darker atmosphere, something which calm Io more than anything else. Inferni was made of hatred, and although Io was a old woman, hatred was something she rarely found within herself. She held her hand outwards towards the grey male with a soft smile, her hand already bore a sizeable slash across it, still healing. It had been from a knife cut she had made while distracted. it was on the thumb edge of her palm so it would make no differance to the ritual.
Io felt a lot more comfortable around this male as compared to the other one. Perhaps it was the relaxed feeling around the situation. The other male had been brutish and blunt, this grey male was a lot more friendly. Though Io supposed that if the pack wanted members there was no reason to scare them away for no reason.
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