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Zsuzsa was absorbed in his brief explanation of his conception, captivated to know a wolf would integrate anything other than a wolf into any pack. Where she originated from, the “lesser” canines of coyotes, foxes, and dogs were always secondary. It made her sum up her own upbringing, her father assaulting her mother within an inch of her life nearly every single day, even when her mother was a beautiful pure-bred with strong genes. Unfortunately, Zsuzsa thought of that as a common practice from a violent upbringing. ”So what happened after? Did your father dispose of her once you came into the picture?” It was a serious as a heart attack question. This was the reality she grew up with, so assumed perhaps it was the same everywhere else. There was no disrespect made toward his mother by any means. She was genuinely bewildered how such a different sub-species relationship could prosper.
 
Relieved he wasn’t drawn here by means of her blood or otherwise, she didn’t have to worry for the time being on dealing with that confrontation. He had an admiration for caves and wanted to explore this one. Zsuzsa slightly turned her head behind, glancing into the void of further darkness. Who knew how far back it went and where it went specifically but she felt confident in meandering through the cave with him. His charming smile was just as electric as his eyes. ”Sure. Could use a strong guy like you to help a lady with a broken nail in the dark.” Zsuzsa said in an entertaining voice. Even though her smile blended near perfect with the dark, her eyes shone with an amused glint.