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Where she had grown up, at least in the pack she had been raised in, it was the male's job to take interest in the female and definitely not the other way around. Admittedly there hadn't been that much of a selection back in Monti Sabini, but she had always been a quiet admirer of the other sex and had never actually been approached by anyone in her birth pack. Now she had a feeling it was because of the scandalous circumstances surrounding her conception and birth, but such thoughts hadn't occurred to her until much later. Everyone back there had been so stuck up except for the select few she had actually befriended. Her mother had entrusted to her when she was older that there was nothing wrong with a girl making the first move in a courtship, but she had warned her to do no such thing in their home. Amata hadn't wanted to see her daughters fall into the same sad trap that she had.
Savina's smile broadened as the man said that he was from across the sea. "What a coincidence. I am as well." She reached out to shake his extended hand as his name hit her ears. Russo? Her muscles stiffened and the smile faded. Unbidden thoughts of her sire flooded her and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Rurik did not seem to be Italian as well, but she wouldn't be able to let the matter go unless she knew for sure. "Russo? A relation of Serge Russo?" The name rolled off her tongue in distaste. The woman held nothing but contempt for the man that was her "father". He had abandoned them and broken her mother's heart. She severely hoped that Rurik was of no relation to the man, and even if he was, was not fond of him. It really would be a shame to spoil what had seemed to be a nice encounter.