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The tawny hybrid was rather used to strange reactions to her own height. Her childhood in Thornloe had been relatively easy-going, but in Myrika's mind, it had been a ceaseless wheel of taunts from the other children. Coyote as she was, her size spoke to her wolfish hints, and her oversized ears and small muzzle hadn't made life any easier. She had been a target for her age-mates mockery, and so Myrika had chosen to spend most of her time around adults. Thornloe was but a memory now, and a fusty one at that. Perhaps their agriculture was more advanced than Inferni, but this clan had a hierarchical system and a philosopher for a leader.
The small coyote made herself comfortable beside Myri, who carefully turned to face her companion, the same uncertain smile fixed upon her muzzle. It was much the same smile she gave any newcomer, though this stranger's size made Myrika feel especially cautious. The multi-colored woman spoke, and Myrika's smile brightened. She shook her head, the tip of her tail flickering a few times with amusement.
No, we are cousins, then, if you are a Lykoi, the hybrid said, crossing her arms. It was not a gesture of closure, but Myri did not wish to swing them about and knock her companion from the log. The tawny hybrid was not especially clumsy, but she did have a healthy fear of causing severe harm to another of Inferni. Philosopher or not, Zeke was bound to punish such transgressions, regardless of its status as purposeful or accidental.
There are quite a lot of us, it seems, she offered, rolling a shoulder in a slow shrug. Some were glad to meet her, and she was likewise pleased. Others seemed dismayed or even disgusted with the spread of their blood. Myri herself was simply alright with it all. She did not trust those she shared blood with any more than any other stranger, but she did not hate that she had such a large family as some might, either. The rusty woman pondered how Zana felt about these subjects, though Myri declined to inquire. Most made their feelings immediately apparent, in any case.
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