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He didn't take it. Although Kiara had caught the rabbit that very morning and the tantalizing smell of blood rose from the carcass, he didn't take her gift. It was a real blow to her because she had thought it was a good present. Kiara couldn't carve or create things to give him. The only thing she could do was hunt, and it was something she excelled at. Yet he had refused the only thing she could have given him, not that she told him she wasn't a luperci. Kiara's eyes moved from the corpse to the coywolf and her ears drooped. She made no attempts to hide her disappointment as she listened to his words half-heartedly. He didn't even say thank you, just "oh." Had she done something wrong? Should she have brought deer meat or elk meat? Perhaps, this was a bad idea after all.
Like he always did, Romeo spoke sweet words that made Kiara's stomach churn. She didn't like it and her present hadn't managed to put a stop to the strange sentences. The snow wolf stared blankly at Romeo, not entirely sure how to answer his question. If he had just asked she would have been more than happy to answer, yet he always felt obliged to say such things. "You know, you don't need to talk like that. You can just talk to me normally." All of her other tactics to make the sickly sweet words stop didn't work, so hopefully the direct approach would do the trick.
Kiara turned her head and looked to the sky, wondering how best to answer his questions. He asked about the pack, yet he had already seen form himself what it was like. What else could she say? "The pack...the pack is family, even if we aren't all from the same species. Ichika is a place where everyone is accepted and where discrimination is not allowed. It's a place where violence is forbidden and constructive activities are rewarded. It's not like any pack I've ever been in. The ranks are strange and dominance isn't really enforced... although there are different levels of ranks. Um...am I making any sense?" Kiara didn't really know if she even answered his question. She tried her best, but his question was really very vague.
It was then that Kiara noticed the male had shifted his position. His legs were close to his body and his tail was laying on his feet. Kiara lowered her head and cocked it to the side. "Why are you sitting like that?" She didn't get it, she didn't recognize the defensive stance. The arctic wolf was a great hunter, her strength and stamina far exceeded what other wolves were capable of. However, she was no fighter.
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