The enthusiasm from the dark hybrid was contagious, a smile spreading over the blonde's tapered muzzle quickly. She had met Odessa before, though only in passing a few times, most recently when they had both answered a call from the coyote clan's scout during the raids. She had been nice, just as Draugr was, and Foxglove did not feel nervous at the idea of seeking her out. It would be a trial, certainly, as it was for her to do anything socially by intention, but it would be easier than seeking out, for example, Eris or Sirius.
Of course, the gypsy's smile was short-lived as she realized she would be limited in her ability to learn, as well. Her mother had never known how to read or write, and as a result, her own knowledge of the matter was minimal. "I can't read, either," she said, the words simple. She did not feel embarrassed or bothered by this, but she did wish she would be able to read Odessa's book. "Do you think she'd show me anyway?" Foxglove did not know her mottled pack mate as well as (she assumed, of course) Draugr did.
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