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Cercelee listened to the story, navy eyes keeping focused on the bi-colored eyes of the female. No coyotes and no hybrids lived within Dahlia de Mai, that was true enough. Yet it wasn’t against pack policies to admit them. It just so happened none had asked, and it was unlikely any would ask anytime soon. Haku made his position on the creatures clear enough, with many of the lower ranked members following suit. The Dahlian war had bittered the idea of the two species coexisting for many of them, and Cercelee was bothered by this, but she couldn’t change history, nor could she change the opinions of anyone else.
And then Deuce listed skills of her own, though Cer had not asked for them. Although a healer was needed, Cercelee was not desperate for one. She knew Hanna was close enough if an emergency occurred. Svara was training for the rank, but her bedside manners had a lot to be desired. Deuce she did not know well enough, the Rosea was unable to say if she was any better. “Well, no coyotes or hybrids here for the time being...” Cercelee let the words slip easily from her mouth, as a gentle warning that this might not always be the haven Haku convinced the female it was. “Is that perhaps a co-rank you’d like? Healer?”
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