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Itachi didn’t look like any wolf or coyote that she had ever met before. Naniko had seen many in her time, but his coat was peculiar and would stand out in her mind. As she walked along beside him she noticed the colors of it and noted how fluffy it looked; she almost wanted to reach out and test its amount of fluff, but restrained herself. She needed to carry this wood, not pet strangers.
She knew that Inferni was out there still and that they weren’t on friendly terms with most wolves, but she did consider Kaena one of her friends. They had helped each other out and had gotten along…that was enough for her to consider someone a friend. As long as the female didn’t back stab her like so many others in her life had, she would be fine with remaining friends for however long they could keep it up.
Besides Kaena and Geneva, she couldn’t count many other friends. Naniko had given birth to many litters while in ‘Souls and had spent a lot of time in her den nursing children or chasing them around her various packlands. This had left her slightly socially stunted; she had a lot to learn about making friends and keeping them. For now she would simply treat people as she wanted to be treated.
”If guess if you’re brought up thinking that…if your parents think that, that you’ll think it too. I don’t care, my prospective pack doesn’t care. Wolves, coyotes, hybrids, dogs, whoever wants to come can come. I think the others are just close-minded. They care about what’s on the outside.” They reached the caves and she invited him inside with her, pointing inside to where the fire burned. ”Are you in, or out?” She asked. If he had changed his mind about sitting with a wolf, then she wouldn’t force him.