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Renew, relast, reLIVE
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Works for me :[D (moustache man)
Naniko had a storehouse of human knowledge crammed up into her brain. She'd spent countless hours in the library in Citta Umana, the old city that they'd lived by...and she had recently found a library in Halifax, as well. She could read in English and french, and speak English, French, and some Itallian (thanks to Beppe, Maria, and Guiseppe). Many of the books that she'd read made refrences to this sort of a place, a resting ground for the dead. She wasn't sure if wolves had anything similiar to it...the only one she'd ever had die that was close to her was her father, and she had made him a tomb herself, by blocking the entrance to his cave with big rocks.
But maybe burying someone was better, somehow. The humans had done it. Naniko hadn't heard of the other ways that humans had taken care of their dead, though, like cremation and dissection. It was a crazy idea, really, donating one's dead body to doctors so they could pull it apart and see how it worked.
She saw the female and heard her words at the same time. Naniko had been around wolves with dyed fur before, like Anathra...but had never tried it, herself. A few of her herbs sometimes turned her paws colors, though. "To mark the passing of time--the coming and going of life." She answered simply. "Naniko D'angelo."
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