quite eradicated
He didn’t know much about this stranger who he supposed was his cousin (as he assumed most of his relatives were) as she had made a point to isolate herself from the majority of the clan. Not that he blamed her, of course—he had refused to live in the human dwelling for such a reason. Yet he knew those who shared close-quarters with him; Alma, Hybrid, Val…his sister, once. She had taken Gabriel’s den and now it was again empty. Would he one day follow suit, when he had children? He snorted bullishly. If he had children. Most of the women here were blood, after all.
Myrika, for example, looked a lot like Sage. He and Talitha looked very similar except for their coloration. Slight variations in pattern and shape were things he had only recently begun recognizing. An artist he was not. Yet he recognized things in the way bodies spoke, which was why he was both so well apt at understanding animals and combat. A body could talk if one knew how to listen.
So he recognized her nervousness and smiled; it was a plastic smile, but his eyes were not hard. “I actually wanted to talk to you,” he admitted. “Did you eat yet? I caught an extra bird.” His right hand dropped and produced the fat ptarmigan, a hen well-prepared for winter.
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