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She nodded in response to his regurgitation of her words. "Yeah. My home is far away from here but technically it's my new home now, so..." There was a movement from her shoulders, a kind of shrug. Did she want to live here? No, but it was her duty to stay with the Prince and keep him safe and be his eyes around these lands. She would not fail again. He stood again, drawing her attention to the fact that he remained on the spot where he'd disturbed the earth, piquing her curiosity which would continue to go unsated for the moment.

Her gaze followed his, that bright gaze sharpening as she focused on his question. So there was a pack there. The knowledge was stowed away. "Not a thing. My companion and I have only been here about a week." The mention of Citali was deliberate, as there was something that struck her odd about this one. But while she was not the trusting sort, Nochtli would not condemn a wolf, even a male, until they had done something to deserve it. "Is there something I should know about it?" Is there something I should know about you?