The coyote's single golden eye flicked to study the other canine's reaction to the object, so revered and so frightening all at once. The hybrid's memories in that purple crystal were strong, and she wondered what other creatures Astaroth might have inflicted pain into with this object. The silver-furred woman's glittering yellow eye studied the other canine, an unreadable expression on her scarred face. In a way, the hybrid was admitting her faults, admitting she'd murdered the father of this smaller canine without verbally and explicitly saying so. The hybrid did not desire forgiveness for her sins; she simply wanted Vieira to know from her. Otherwise, Samael or even Razekiel could mention it to her.
The silver-furred hybrid did not comment on the knife to Vieira, preferring to leave their unspoken conversation where it was. Both likely knew what had passed through the others mind, despite their relative lack of familiarity. The hybrid woman had been able to read that clearly in the strained expression on the Quintus's face, and the ash-furred woman was almost sorry she'd brought it out, almost sorry she'd even stolen it from his corpse at all. What purpose could it serve? Clearly, it was not a combat dagger; though it was roughly hewn from purplish crystal and sharp along the edges, it was not durable in the least, and Kaena could have shattered it against the walls of her cave if she pitched it hard enough. There was power in it, though, and the hybrid woman could not find it in herself to destroy the object.
The other coyote's reaction gauged, the silver-furred canine's attention refocused on her meal, tilting her head to bite off a chunk of it as it dangled from the ritual dagger. The hybrid tried to remember eating cooked fish prior to this occasion, but she did not think she had. The texture of the flesh was intensely different, almost crispy on the outside and flaky inside, lacking that almost rubbery feel of raw flesh. The hybrid found it entirely pleasing, and in appreciation she nodded to Vieira, plucking the remainder of the now-cooled fillet and setting the knife down, swallowing what was left in her mouth. "This is good, Vieira," she said, only able to imagine how much better it would be with spices and exotic tastes rubbed into the meat.
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