Talitha rubbed the edge of her jaw with a tense, bony hand. "Dwelling on the past is a useless way to spend time." On the wind, she'd heard what past this dog had gotten herself into; it wasn't hard to learn the facts, and the air around the woman still smelled of her dark-furred friend. Perhaps she hadn't stopped just to see a new member; perhaps her purpose was much more grave than anything another could imagine. Her head tilted as the younger female asked if she was painting something. "That is generally what paint and ink is for."
Dark eyes turned toward the sky, then toward the caverns, and then back to the face of the female before her. "Inferni is treating you well, I assume. You are still here, after all." If she didn't like the clan, Talitha would feel it stupid to stay; they didn't need Luperci who worked against them, and she would be the first to cast out a transgressor. The Lykoi tapped her fingers against the blue scarf work about her neck, settled over the tarnished silver necklace. "Making friends?" Did she really care? Not at all, but it was common courtesy to ask such a thing, and she would have offered that courtesy to any she came into contact with.
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