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It was true that Marik and Cotl were unique hybrids among the coyotes—perhaps among the packs, as well. The silver-furred canine was not particularly well-versed in the other packs' genetic make-up; she avoided even coquetry with their borders. There were very few things that could spur her to cross canine borders other than Inferni's; the coyote clan was the only place she felt comfortable doing so freely, and in the months between her departure up until her return in June, she would not have even felt secure walking across the borders. No matter who she was, she hadn't been a member of the clan then, and she wouldn't have expeceted any different treatment. His offer was almost strange; it reminded her of the way Vieira was, vaguely. He seemed so nonchalant about his body—perhaps that merely signified comfort in his own skin, though. The hybrid smiled, and nodded her head, unwilling to appear as if she did not appreciate the offer. “Well, if you decide on any new designs and Cotl doesn't mind, of course,” she said with a smile.
The coyote woman listened as he described the process; she did not think she was capable of such things. Her hands were meant for destroying things, not creating them—though it was fitting for Cotl's brother to have such a taste for creation as the tawny canine himself. The silver-furred woman offered a grin, and tilted her head to the side. “I hope the canine who receives it appreciates it,” she said. It seemed like an involved enough process, after all, with numerous personal touches—with the addition of Marik's fur, the doll would always smell a bit like its maker. “Though, you're quite right about the weather. It'll be cold again quite soon,” she said. She was ready for spring and change again—she had enjoyed her snow and cold weather, now it was time to bring about the springtime weather.
“I like it just as it is,” she said, though she knew that could very well be her own lack of design and aesthetic perceptions—she was no artist, after all. “A jack-of-all-trades is good, though. We've got just such a rank like that, actually,” she said, a thoughtful noise coming from her muzzle. Perhaps Marik would enjoy such a rank; he would have to learn about various parts of Inferni without specializing himself in any one area.
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