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Both of Giana's superiors looked pleased with her gift - thank god she hadn't eaten it like she'd been tempted to - and before Eshamun even got far into her welcome the ivory Ferretti was hooked. Who was Molech? Pride welled up in her throat suddenly - she was thrilled to have pleased not only the pack but whoever it was Eshamun spoke of. Her offer to answer questions was followed with a rush of them. Her tail wagged unintentionally behind her, and her stormy eyes were set on the Ekar-aji, alight with  a curiousity she hadn't felt in a very long time. 

                  "Who is Molech? What is expected of me other than hunting and protection? I'd love to know whatever you will tell me, Eshamun, about my new home. I came here with a set question: are you leaders who allow pups that aren't your own?"