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She watched how Absinth moved around Xina's prize. Taking careful observant notes of the questions and prodding her mother was subjecting the boy. She watched Jiro in turn as he snapped back with a hasty retort. Hm... She might have to do some training with him so he doesn't snap at someone and she loses her fun toy. She liked his funny little way of speaking. The accent made him special to her now. Her eyes moved to her mother again as she poked about him being some kind of bodyguard, despite his lack of fighting experience. Xina supposed that if he was a good hunter he probably had a good way of killing opponents for her.

Araxina drank in every ounce of her mother's approval. Practically preening like a showy peacock. Of course She would be the first. Who else would even think they could try? She knew all the battle movements and had focused on her skills extensively! Why not test it out by bringing home her own Sidi? Maybe Saphiran might even reward her! Low chance though... He'd probably rather punt her into the caldera.

Her attention then flung to her newfound toy with a harsh narrowing of eyes as he dared to pick up the moniker of Princess and say it out loud. Her fur bristled instantly.

"Mother... I think he needs a lesson in following orders first. I told him he can't call me that here. How do we claim him enough to wash his old pack scent off and keep him in line?" She asked sweetly with a sneer. Her golden eyes locked on his silvers with a dangerous gleam. Soon that inherited hardness might linger in her eyes as much as her mother's.

"speech"