Having come to realize that they were related only moments before, Rachias soon began to wonder about Iskata. It had always been obvious to her that her father was not pure blooded wolf, she was a mishmash of things because both sides of her family were so mixed up in blood, but what about Iskata? It was obvious to her that her current traveling companion was at least some part coyote and that blood had to have started somewhere. She pondered this quietly for a few moments, considering the very few things that she knew, until finally deciding on an answer. Iskata couldn't be coyote, or at least not completely, because she'd ever only heard of Phoenix Valley being referred to as a Wolf Pack.
"Rachias." She answered him quietly, ears perked up at the sound of his voice and her own, almost relieved that he had found words to break the silence. "Rachias Tears." She said again, repeating her name more fully, though lacking completion. There was no real reason to say it, at least not to him, but the young woman was just testing it herself. It had taken her some time to realize what her full name stood for. Her father had never referred to himself as Tears de Ame. It wasn't a part of her mother's family, which only left the side of her father that she hadn't seen in so long. There was no need to confuse anyone else, it wasn't exactly and explanation that she felt comfortable giving.
Rachias nodded her head in understanding at his words and she had indeed prepared herself for the worst. Even if Iskata was missing half her flesh and chewed to bits, the young woman was ready, because looking a certain way didn't make her any less family than she was. "That's not always a bad thing." She commented quietly, a tone of seriousness in her voice. Certainly she didn't begin to pretend to know anything about Iskata and the way that she was before, she didn't understand the situation and couldn't pass judgment, but her words were meant to give the pained young man a bit of hope, perhaps. She had been on a bad road and knew what it was like to change.
Once they reached the cottage she stepped on to the stairs behind him, glancing once at the door and then back to DaVinci, giving a brief nod of her head. She was ready to meet the family that she had never known.
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