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---- Maria didn't know what to say. She almost felt like backing out and taking Beppe away somewhere else, maybe back over the ocean. Her blue eyes squinted a little and she shuffled her feet, playing with her hands. Eventually, she broke her gaze from her son and looked at Jasper, watching him. What had her son said to him, exactly? He seemed to have said a mouthful of things but nothing that she could figure out in the least. A distant smile just appeared on her muzzle as she kicked at the snow while she thought about things.
---- "Ricerca. Pesca. Arti," the mother said when she looked back to her son. Easy enough, she supposed. That was about it that she found could be useful when it came to joining a pack. Maybe a skill she or her son had would come in handy later on, but how much did they really need?
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