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He sighed. Of course that was what she would have done. Citali was, above all, pragmatic and oriented towards the small details. The coyotes already were a drain on resources (mostly time), Reek had experienced it first hand. They were his burden the bear after all— the free time he had before had melted away and he found himself as their primary caregiver. While he could see the shortcomings of his decisions, he held no regret. In fact, Reek lived his life without the trappings of regret. He was unfettered and sure.

After all, he had his reasons.  And those reasons remained under lock and key deep beneath his breast.

He held their lives in his paws. Like marionettes, they would one day dance his dance. It was strange to play such games with lives other than his own just for funsies, but it was a game he had played and won before. It was a sickness. It was a gift. "I just couldn't do that Citali," he whispered. Not when there was so much utility to be gained. Reggie, she had a brilliant mind. Sart, she was tenacious. He had seen these qualities within them, and with the proper nurturing hand, they would bear the fruit of his labor.

"Have you given them a chance yet though?" he asked, hoping Citali could approach them with an open mind. "I mean, look at Reggie... She's brilliant.  With a proper teacher, she could be one of the best healers to ever live. And Sart... She, uh, she reminds me of myself."  

He then turned his attention back to Citali's reopened wound and the task at hand. "You're gonna need to let the water run over that," suggested Reek with a downward motion of his muzzle.