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Anaia followed silently, content in the lack of speech. She had once been very loquacious, but now… well, it just wasn’t in one’s best interest to talk much if one wanted to survive in Craw’s pack. So she’d learned to hold her tongue.
Kajika started trying to strike up a conversation, however, and the pale girl thought it best to at least try. She was still a little sore about him leaving without a word the moment they’d returned, but since he’d been in search of a pregnant friend, she couldn’t bring herself to continue holding the grudge. That didn’t mean the hurt disappeared.
“I thought… maybe…” She wasn’t sure. She’d thought about trying to become a scout, but since it seemed the Cove already had one she wouldn’t be needed. “What if I trained under Neha? SinceIalwaysseemtobehurtingmyselfIshouldlearnhowtotakecareofmyselfright? AndthatwayIcanbeusefultothepacktoo.” This last bit gushed out in a jumble of words, impossible for her to stem. She wasn’t sure why she felt this way, but it was almost like she wanted to explain before he had the chance to laugh at her. Being a healer was something that had always interested her, even as a small pup. She’d never had grand ambitions, and while she and her brother had constantly gotten into trouble about the territory, she’d never been one to explore. Besides, she’d had enough of traveling these lands.
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