-- DONE SON?
Myrika is by Alaine!
The tawny-hued coyote's smile was a half-cocked thing, not completely overtaking her lips. The words were blunt, but she supposed they were true. It wasn't as if she really liked talking, in any case -- it was just sometimes it was hard to shut her mouth when she was nervous. Very, very hard. She was glad Salvia had approached her here on Inferni's territory; Myrika might have made an entirely different impression on the Salsolian had they met on the neutral territories.
The woman nodded. Alright, she said, softly. Thank you. And your pack, she added. Part of Myrika felt Inferni might not have survived the attackers without Salsola's assistance. At the least, they would have had far more casualties. They were lucky to have lost only the number they had, and part of that was no doubt owed to Salsola. She had often churned over in her head what might have happened had the thistle pack gone unattacked; would Inferni have stood alone?
Their relations with the other packs now in her head, Myri stepped back and nodded her good-bye to the other woman, still amazed at their blood relation. Were they only cousins? Salvia seemed entirely wolf, with not a hint of coyote in feature or build. Her eyes, too, were unlike any Lykoi's eyes Myrika had seen -- then again, so were her own. Turquoise blue existed nowhere but for herself. And apparently her mother, though Myrika could not clearly recall this.
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