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Calm hues squinted at the approaching female shaded dark with her parents’ inheritance. They were the first children to be born to Salsola, and were truer Family members than most could ever hope to be. And they hadn’t worked to achieve this. Then again, that was not their fault either, and he was no judge. He should know the young girl’s name, but did not. Isolation was an effective information blocker. Had he been truer to duty, he would have visited the family when the litter was younger. All the things he hadn’t done kept fluttering within his mind, like shadowed moths against a dimming light, so useless.
This was an opportunity to greet her and get to know her. She was one of a growing number of D’Angeloes and Eternities, but a unique individual unlike any other. Throaty voices rose behind him, and a couple of his crows took wings and dived upwards against gravity. The Lykoi’s fingers adjusted their pace now when his attention had been directed elsewhere. Orange eyes like her tall, broad-shouldered father, but she didn’t have the darkness of their furs. It was strange how genetics worked with offspring, for none turned out the same.
Her pupils hesitated to meet his. Perhaps this was a display of shyness. His voice didn’t rise to welcome her, but his stare made it perfectly clear that she had his attention.
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