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Vesper · 02-25-2012, 05:03 PM

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Scorpius—the hunter rank. It seemed like a duty that all of the pack could fulfill as a matter of simple survival, but then again that could be said for a lot of the responsibilities, like scouting. She could only assume that he’d polished his hunting skills and raised them to an art form; luperci hunted differently than their fully-feral ancestors, too. She nodded in acknowledgment then flashed a small smirk in the small Lykoi’s direction as they spoke of his brother.

Her smirk broke into a laugh when Jacinto was surprised by her remark. If anything, telling him he smelled feminine would’ve been a compliment, though certainly most would disagree. She simply didn’t understand the appeal of overbearing manly-man musk, honestly. It made her feel vulnerable, and not in the weak-in-the-knees swooning sort of way.

The gingery coyote stammered out an awkward explanation and question, and Vesper smirked before her ears perked at the offered name. “Omni,” she echoed with a mouth full of bat, trying to remember why this rang a bell. Oh—the female who’d spooked her outside of these very caverns, one that she hadn’t gotten to know very well and had honestly almost forgotten. It was another reminder that she didn’t really know that many of her clan mates.

“Oh, yeah.” She shot him another broad smirk, swallowing the chunk of bat flesh. “She’s hot and you’re a lucky guy.” Her mirth died down a little as she wondered about his wording—did living with her equate to a relationship, or was it something of less consequence than that? She shrugged, not feeling like apologizing for her obnoxiousness either way. It wasn’t truly her business, though she liked gossip as much as the next normal canine when entertainment was otherwise slow. It was nice to be in the know inside the territory as well as out.

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