The pale coyote seemed glad with the choice of shelter as Vesper had suspected, and she went right to work removing her sodden cloak and shaking herself. Every once in a while glancing up to watch the girl, the Centurion licked the moisture from her forelegs.
She smiled briefly to acknowledge the gratitude then went back to licking, craning her neck to get to her shoulder before the girl introduced herself as Pride Tormenta. The surname wasn’t one that she recognized, and she realized she’d sort of been expecting something else, but she didn’t question it. Instead, she chuckled at her last statement. “Yeah, seems like you did.”
Vesper grinned again, then, looking her over. “But it works out; you’re here visiting Inferni. Any particular reason you wanted to come?” She knew she could easily be a scout simply looking for news, a diplomat looking for an alliance, or even just a kid curious about the surrounding packs.
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