654 Aww yeah blending Ithiel in here. X3
Myrika is by me!
During the conflict, Ezekiel had not freed Inferni to take refuge in other packs, though some had fled anyway. As Myrika considered the tall man's words with care, even as he spoke them, she wondered if she could keep the clan together in times of strife. She thought, given the offering of the tattooed wolf, perhaps it was best to provide the offer of a safe refuge. It was her hope none would go, but she also could not blame those with young children or elderly dependents for remembering those they kept.
If there was one thing lacking in her conditioning for this position, it was that she had little idea how to deal with and interact with other leaders. Her cousin had intimidated her, just as the tall man did, and so she was given to wordiness -- but unlike her cousin, Jazper seemed interested in friendly banter and not just a business-like discussion. This alone was therefore enough to make him more appealing than the Salsolian representative, though his masculinity might also have intimidated her to an equal degree, had his more quiet coyote companion not been beside him.
She watched with blue-green eyes as the man turned toward the cart, returning with a strange double-barreled object, and more recognizable objects. The sweetness of berries was well known to her, and she grinned broadly at the gift, though her grin turned to an expression of pure curiosity at the explanation of the second object, though she was not so wonderstruck to miss his jest and the opportunity for a small laugh herself.
Oh, she said, in a wondering voice. I've read about these. It was as most else -- she had read of things, but not encountered them. It's wonderful you've found a pair -- I understand they're difficult to make, she said, having never heard of a Luperci-crafted version. They weren't quite rare technology for the humans, and so the redhead assumed their relative rarity in Luperci societies might be attributed to specialization or intricate parts, as much else.
Thank you, she repeated, dark-dusted tail swinging. Your offers -- gift and of word -- are much appreciated. If we've windfalls, I'll make certain they make their way south again. The redhead did not dwell on just how they'd accumulated that particular windfall, and hoped in the future, whatever gifts Inferni gave were not purchased with blood. The hybrid's gaze followed Alyssum as she headed toward the cart, and both brows lifted in impressed surprise at the size of the antlers and pelt.
There was more of a feeling at her side than a nudge or word, but she turned, and Ithiel was there to take the jars of berries as well as the binoculars back to his horse, who stood stately and unmoving where Ithiel had left him. He returned thereafter to take the antlers, which had been passed from Alyssum along to Myrika. She held the pelt a moment longer, holding it up. This was a big buck, she said, carefully refolding it as best she could. Ithiel was already there, having set the antlers aside rather than attempt packing them on the horse. He'd have to awkwardly carry them back to the mansion, though no added sourness displayed on his countenance.
Everything's lovely, the redhead said, shifting awkwardly. She did not know what to do now -- thank them again, offer them something else, ask them to visit? She smiled brightly all the same, and shrugged. This really is too kind of you, the woman offered. Is there anything you and yours need or want in particular? She wanted to admit her lack of knowledge about her other packs, but stopped herself before babbling that particularly insightful tidbit out. It was quite okay to admit her newness at leadership, another entirely to admit her newness at absolutely everything.
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