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Ithiel is by me!
The ashen coyote lingered in the background, regarding the stranger and the wolf he knew with red eyes. Though they were fire-colored, they had all the coldness of a frozen winter tundra. His purpose here was to protect his Aquila and seek to stop any threats to her person. While Jazper had been a polite and respectful enough canine upon Casa di Cavalieri's borders, Ithiel knew he was still a wolf, and he might well have the wolf's truer, more base nature. Treachery was within their blood, simple as that. There could be no trust between wolf and coyote, and it was difficult to watch his cousin and leader pander to these wolves and their packs.
His crimson eyes lingered on the taller male, though he occasionally glanced to his companion. She seemed to be partially coyote, and this sourly disappointed Ithiel. He knew there were coyotes in the world who chose to run with wolf packs, and coyotes who were raised by wolves entirely -- but it was no easier to see one in the flesh, beside her decidedly wolfish leader. The Duplicarius did his best to remain neutral, and this was easier with a less bold and aggressive horse beneath him. Ruari was content to stand almost at attention, gazing toward the wagon and the horses and the strange Luperci with mild curiosity, but little more. Ithiel's ears pricked to catch the words, but made no motion forward to speak himself. His voice was not needed here, and he was content to let Myrika do her pandering.
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