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"The humans harnessed the powers of gods," was her answer to his seemingly simple question. "Some were false gods, and so they failed." Her tone matter-of-fact, although she was faintly surprised at his wonderment. She'd seen such things that the humans had erected, not least the sprawling metropolis of Halifax, the bridges and roads that scarred the land to this day - many more wondrous things than a pile of stone like this Chien Hotel.


She did not expect him to serve himself up dinner on a plate: her phrasing was simply meant to denote a moment of eating. Or many moments. There was plenty of scope for feasting at this time, with the prey dropping like flies in their weakened winter-hungry state. For a scavenger like Caspa, winter was a time of easier pickings than any other. She was faintly amused by him standing up like a luperci while still on all fours, putting his paws on the table in order to reach the eatables. He really did seem incredibly hungry, and she wasn't one to talk, but he did look as if he could do with a little feeding up. Perhaps he was just naturally lean like herself, though. She tilted her lengthy, angular jaw to show him the fresh scar. "Here my jaw was broken in an accident. It is healing but it still hurts to chew. And to talk. And to watch others chewing," she added wryly. "Perhaps I will leave you for now, but be sure to seek me out if you need anything." She bowed her head elegantly and turned to depart. She knew well the hungry preferred to dine alone.

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Trent didn't really believe in Gods, but he didn't say anything when Caspa spoke of them. However it was all made, something magical seemed to have happened... Then, turning from his current form into either two luperci forms had seemed like a wicked and magical thing, perhaps spawed by the Gods, too. And yet it had somehow happened. Maybe things weren't as set in stone as he thought.

When she showed her broken jaw, Trent felt awkward that he hadn't noticed before. He nodded in silence, suddenly feeling less hungry -- that is to say; feeling equally hungry, but too guilty to eat -- and then he felt even worse when she made to leave. See you! he called after her, then looked at the fresh meat on the tables. Without Caspa actually there, he was beginning to feel a lot more hungry again and a lot less guilty.

With those feelings stirring inside, Trent finally gave in and started to dine; or eat, rather. Only when he was full (and nauseous) the coywolf decided that he would find himself a 'room' in the hotel and explore it further...

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