[/html]Zombie, a unique name for the unique onyx canine, was what the stranger presented. Zombie Feral. The russet princess tilted her head to the side, her ears swiveling to the sounds of the region. She didn't offer her own name; it was still to be seen if this female would be a friend or a foe, and the Lykoi was unwilling to risk her own safety in the process of initiation. Spindly fingers twisted auburn curls about as she studied the creature before her. It wasn't time to call for her father, not until she'd had her fill of interrogation.
"What is this place?" she asked, and Talitha's ears perked to the question. The smile fell into nothing, crimson eyes surveying Zombie Feral and the land behind her. "This is Inferni. You haven't heard?" It was surprising to the coyote Imperium; even Myron had caught wind of rumors about the violent clan, and he'd lived alone for five years. But she suspected that not all would, or could, know about the unwell kingdom that her feet were planted in. One arm outstretched behind her, the underweight creature turning to the side in order to allow passage. Her muzzle rose to the air, a series of sharp barks and howls let loose to call for the rugged Aquila or elderly Centurion.
"Would you like to come in?"
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