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Vesper · 12-15-2011, 01:10 PM

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The scar across her brow arched faintly when he made the “biblical” remark, having no idea about the Bible or more than the faintest concept of any religion. She made no comment on that, however, and nodded as he answered her question. The names were foreign to her, and so she could only assume one thing: “Is Catalonia across the sea? In Europe?” She had met a European luperci or two during her travels, and such canines generally lived humanized lifestyles. The faintest xenophobia inherited from her single mother kept her wary around such strangers, but she hadn’t been exposed enough to be anything but cautiously curious.

Near-silent footsteps announced the Aquila, and Vesper took a tiny sidestep to allow him room to see the newcomer. Her ears perked at his question then swiveled toward Ángel, who she was pleased to see was respectful. Wherever this man came from or what his beliefs were, he recognized the authority of the Infernian leader. That alone would definitely score him points.

After the dark man gave his name, the coywolf glanced to her leader again, her coal-tipped tail lowering to brush against her hind legs. “Ángel wishes to join our ranks. He has some skills that could benefit us—fighting, fishing, riding, reading.” She tried to pick out the ones that seemed unique or useful, knowing that she would miss some. “He says knows a few different languages and traders.”

In her heart, she knew that most of these went far beyond her own abilities—all she had to offer were survival instincts, the instincts of a loner who’d fought for much of what she’d gained. But she reassured herself knowing that the heart, the instincts, the cunning mind, the intelligence to learn—it was what made a coyote, and coyotes made Inferni. Vesper was no fool, and so she felt confident in her position here.

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