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mall-caps;">In Character The hybrid woman did not know much about Astaroth's family. The dark-furred coyote had been careful to avoid most subjects close to him, instead focusing the conversation on her—something Kaena had found enjoyable, naturally. Arrogant creatures enjoyed having their egos stroked, and the hybrid coyote was no different. It was interesting to listen of his sister, Vieira's aunt, though she did not refer to herself as having any relation to the woman. That struck the ash-colored coyote as somewhat odd, and she wondered if Vieira saw all of her family in such a way. That brought an odd sense of sadness over the silver-furred woman, and she frowned at the statement slightly, though there was not disapproval on her face, only a distant sadness for the girl. The silver-furred hybrid responded after a moment, leaving a pause between Vieira's words and her own, as if she were considering her words very carefully. "His sister?" the hybrid asked, desiring information from Vieira regarding the Kimaris family but unsure as to how to phrase the question. In the days they had been together now, the hybrid woman had not taken too much time to settle down and get to know Vieira and the place from whence she came, perhaps because it was easier for Kaena to rationalize her actions with less personal detail about the Quintus. Her golden eye detected a tremble in the tawny canid's arm, and her other hand went to steady the pan, apparently finding it heavy. Wordlessly the hybrid scooted closer, reaching out with a silvery hand-paw and grasping for the end of the panhandle. "Pass it here a minute," the coyote spoke, though her voice held absolutely no hint of disappointment. The pan was cast-iron and heavy, fired and seasoned decades prior to the demise of the species that had crafted it. |