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Eris is by Kiri, a gift from Sylvey!
It was important for Eris to ascertain the proper adjustment of any new recruits to Salsola, especially those she herself had admitted to the pack. She was the more prolific of the two Colotl-ranked canines in seeking new membership, and it was therefore a heavier burden on her than Sirius. However, all Salsolian burdens Eris bore happily, glad to serve her family. There was certainly pride within the sable-hued woman for the place she'd carved out on the edge of Drifter Bay, and this pride made her selective in those she chose to accept to the pack. There had been many encounters with Loners since, and she had driven a fair share of them onward, unwilling to accommodate weakness. Salsola had need of only liege canines; the disloyal and cowardly could go and seek their fortunes further south. Eris would not have them.
Imhotep, for his part, seemed to be settling into the pack well enough. By his own profession, the only thing he found distasteful about the pack was their climate -- and certainly, this was nothing Eris could fix. Still, she offered him a sympathetic smile and nod, the inner corners of her chartreuse eyes crinkling with the appropriate distaste for cold. Clothing might suit you, Imhotep, the hybrid offered, still beaming at him. You will make us all proud, I am sure. Already, I'm hearing good things, she said, grinning fiercely. These good things were courtesy of the murmurs and overheard conversations of her fellow Salsolians, and though the dark-hued hybrid had no proof as of yet, she was certain Imhotep was a choice addition to the pack.
The hybrid's manner changed as the golden canine's countenance grew more serious, the subject changing to Odessa. The shadow-furred woman cocked her head to the side just slightly, prompting him to continue. Go on. There was caution in her voice, but no displeasure. Instead, the coal-furred Auxiliary merely appeared intrigued. She leaned forward, not even sparing a glance toward the weir working for the first long stretch of minutes since Imhotep's arrival.
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