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Tlantli is by Nat!
The pale coyote smiled her toothy grin and inclined her head in thanks for the compliment. In Tlantli's view, this was the only way to carry on her bloodline. She could not taint her womb with the get of some half-wolf and bring shame to her family. Her children must be of her brothers, twice over her own children and twice over grandchildren of Mantus Kimaris. Still, coldly as she viewed reproduction, Tlantli could not help but feel the faintest twinge of remorse at having lost Miqui. She would not have minded his company on the long road back to Eterne, but it was clear he was done with the place. Perhaps it was unwise for her to return, even -- her half-brother might still wish her dead. Then again, Tlantli was not the weakling youth she'd been upon departing Eterne. She was confident she could bring Baphomet's end about, should he pose a threat.
The Family member tilted her sharply-angled coyote's head at the woman's suggestion, considering. Her experience with combat was restricted to face-to-face battles; she was not a war-hardened general, but even Tlantli could see the sense in Isabella's suggestion. The woman nodded slowly, rubbing at her chin as if in thought. This might do. They would be good for dying only, though -- and why feed so many mouths? The coyote wrinkled her nose at the thought, shaking her head. Best avoid taking them at all, then -- let them go south, she said, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. Tlantli had nothing against the southern packs -- in truth, she knew little of them. They were still outsiders, however, and little as she respected Salsola, disdain for outsiders ran naturally in her blood.
Why is it you pick this place, above any other? The coyote's swift change in subject was sudden, but not unplanned -- having gauged the mottled canine as one she could come to like (even trust, had she more time) the honey-furred coyote thought to inquire on more personal matters. Unbidden, she provided her own response to the question quickly, before the other canine might offer her own -- perhaps as a gesture of good faith. I came from Anathema, with the founding. Sirius and Eris saw weakness in the mountain pack, and they sought to leave it behind before it brought consequences to them.
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