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Tlantli is by me!

Tlantli had not been in Anathema long -- there were a few brief weeks of cave-dwelling in her memory, and then only Salsola. This was a curious worldview, for it afforded her little insight even into her former pack's cultures. And so it was with mild surprise she listened declare her family. How different this was to the idea that only the useful could be considered family, and departure was exile and disownment? She knew the blood ritual, had done so herself -- her own palm was crossed once, a thin sliver of a scar that had faded with the months since it was made -- but she had been piteously blind to its deeper meaning.

This is true, she said, feigning previous understanding of the concept. This is alternative I did not consider, she said, and this time truthfully -- she hadn't considered this before, being unaware of the idea in the first place. Gracias for this reminder, the woman added, her grin full of deadly-sharp teeth. Tlantli Kimaris fully intended to return to Eterne or die in the effort, however, and she doubted she would return to Anathema -- still, if something were to happen between now and when she was fully prepared to depart south, if she had to leave Salsola early? This was a viable alternative, and the flaxen coyote was perceptive enough to file it away for future consideration, her contingency plan in case everything went completely awry.

The slim coyote listened with perked ears as the coal-furred woman listed her interests. Cooking did not interest Tlantli, but she saw the value in it, still -- carpentry was a worthwhile skill, to be sure. Few Luperci were capable of restoring old human buildings, let alone building anew. The pale coyote's grin broadened at the last admission, cocking her head to the side. Magic, she declared. We have this in common. Lucky us, magic is everywhere, the woman said, flinging a hand upward to indicate the wide world around them.

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