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The fact that the other wolf's smile didn't falter, but grew instead, was stellar. No doubt she was used to being stared at. A rainbow was a positive omen, and it was very likely many others saw her as such. "Nice to meet you too, Divo. I hope you don't mind me using your real name instead of your nickname." The pale faced wolf said. There was something off about her eyes. They were quite cloudy themselves, like the cat. The youth offered a shrug in response, haunches dropping carelessly onto the cool ground. "It doesn't bother me what I'm called, as long as it's not mean." The young shaman replied in a casual drawl, the corner of her mouth lifting up.

"Some are child, though it is a recessive gene. Most that are become outcasts or are ostricized from our colonies. I left to escape such treatment." Just like that, the champagne wolf felt like an asshole. Of course, she picked the one thing that was almost certainly a sore spot. Auds would fall against her skull, lips twisting into a grimace. "I'm sorry, miss Kamilah. I didn't mean to pry or offend." The heavy accent often warped sentiment in the common tongue, but the young wolf prayed that the apology stuck. Then again, Marvel was incapable of leaving well enough alone. "I have to ask, though. Aren't you cold at this time of year? Even down here, it's not as warm as I would like, if I didn't have all of this fur." The thought of having some sort of cover bounced about in her head again.

"I'm being terrible again, I know." She chuckled, shaking her head. "This isn't the type of behaviour you'd expect from a future shaman, would you? My teacher will definitely kick my ass later, so don't worry about that." Despite the quick shift in the size between them, Olya was more than capable of breaking whatever bones necessary to get a message through Divo's head. Quick, change the subject. "Did you guys come here to scout herbs for spring, too?"

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