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######The appeal of the clan was enough that she had come this far, and she was not planning on leaving just yet. Holding her body as high as she could, considering her generally small stature, Princess eyed the Inferni member cautiously. He seemed to accept her presence well enough, though she was under no delusions that he was particularly receptive to her. It was still something, and it was almost definitely a good thing. At the very least, she probably wasn't going to get eaten today! The Dreamer was practically setting herself up for something bad by venturing so close to the territory, but she had not been able to help her curiousity, and she seemed to have gotten lucky once more in her wandering. Nothing too terrible had happened to her yet, as she always seemed to salvage a bit of luck, whether it be another's interference or her own ability to get out of a bad situation.
######The family resemblance was not there, as far as she was able to see, with the exception of their scents. That made sense, as it had been that fact that had thrown her off in the first place so that she thought this one was Anselm. Physical appearance did not mean much, truthfully. She did not look all too similar to her own brother, with her shades of brown and tan and his monochromatic scheme, so it was acceptable that cousins might not look exactly the same. "So who are you, then?" she asked, before feeling the rush of warmth to her cheeks. Evidently, she had not been as sneaky as she had thought she was being. The male before her probably knew his cousin very well, and would likely know that Anselm would do no such thing--the exact opposite. "Well. . . No. But I was curious," she admitted, cleverly leaving out mention of the fact that he had specifically told her not to go to Inferni, and he was not the only one to have done so.
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