Children were a future Tlantli had only begun to truly think of, and the thoughts were never pleasant as she tried to come across a useful stud for an Eternian brood. There were no coyotes in Salsola, save the strange Itachi and dominating Sirius — while Itachi did not suit her tastes, she wondered quietly if she suited those of the Boss. In the end it wouldn't matter, she would either find a father there or she would leave, for the reputation of her family in Eterne was her most present drive. Metetztli deserved that much from her.
Talking about her family hit a vein of lament in the chest of the Crone, who allowed her features to relax into a mask of subtle sorrow. She missed her father-sibling, who had raised her for so long that he shadowed the place of her true father. She missed Eterne. But Salvia distracted her from this lament by turning and asking if they could train — she'd been practicing on her own, which both pleased the woman as well as left her cold. Though she was willing to train the girl, the subconscious of her non-aunt rang with beliefs of a rival. Salvia was intelligent. She learned quickly. Tlantli would need to be wary if she wished to remain as she was, the Crone and respected and comfortable, but these were things she could not admit to herself.
"Yes. We cahn praktise." The words were spoken without pride as she turned to give the young woman space. Her art of war, built over months of dealing with slimy seafaring creatures, was far from perfect but suited her smaller, coyote body well. Fire eyes wanted to see how it suited the blonde wolf instead.
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