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Zaria thought about the other female's words. If she wouldn't have left maybe then she wouldn't be here now either. Still, she didn't care if she lived or died. She still didn't. She proposed to her father to kill her, but he hadn't dared. Of course not. Coward. Zaria was glad on the one hand. She was rather pleased with her life now. She had some friends even, which was a rare thing for her. Wolves that stood behind her. Maybe it was her new name that helped. "Maybe," she returned quietly. She did not have anything more to say on that topic for now. It was more her own mental process that needed to expand on this topic.

That clarified a lot when Ame told her about the fact that she did not know the Hoshor wolves. "That is okay, you know one now," she spoke. Zaria was kind of glad that the culture was gone, it was a shock to her at first but now she was starting to think of the good things it would bring. It pushed her to learn better English and how to go on without the ones you depended on. It was a wise lesson for the young female. Maybe the mountain would change more of her views.  It would be interesting. "Zaria go now," she spoke to round up their conversation. "Thanks you for talking to me," she added, since she did genuinely liked the conversation.