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The young warrior shaman did not let her displeasure slip from her features as she gazed upon the monochrome male who was, in the eyes of the Crone, so very distasteful. She'd seen the way in which he catered to the child-wolf who was not truly a child; it seemed to her that it was the child in control. Her history in the world had shown little in the way of control of adults over those with weaker minds, and the best example of such a thing was in the way the Eternian slaves were forced to cater to the children of their served families. Despite her disgust, she was not unintelligent; Sirius had given him a place amongst their kin, and it would not be a wise decision to enact her beliefs of the absurdity of the situation.
His voice caused tension to build in the petite Crone. Fiery eyes narrowed upon him, Tlantli's jaws exposing sharpened fangs as she offered the briefest grimace. "Do not use 'maye'. Aye ahm not yours. Crone ess ayenuff. Ahdn you should find yoursalf something to do, Ahrbeetar, less you find yoursalf useless to us." Her words were, for the most part, spoken flatly and without emotion. Tlantli had no reason to expose her irritation for longer than necessary; not to him, or to anyone else who might be listening.