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He spoke about his father as a doting figure to his mate. A pang of what felt like guilt struck Zsuzsa. She remembered faint memories of her mother, how warm and secure she was. Always gentle, reminding her of the season of spring in both personality and disposition. She never understood why her own father disregarded her so harshly. The topic of mating, in general, seemed more like a transaction than something of a gratifying union. ”I see.” The Mackenzie responds, not really having much else to say on that topic. When he spoke of the strength of dogs, her ears flicked in the dark. ”Would you say the Akita is the strongest? How many dogs are there exactly?” Whether it was another serious question or unintentionally brushing up his ego, Zsuzsa concluded Akitas had to be on the bigger end of the dog spectrum. In his case, his Akita genes actually blended quite nicely with that of a wolf.
 
Obliging to being escorted into the throes of the cave, Zsuzsa remains a wandering shadow of a poltergeist beside him as they make their ways inside. The darkness was so vast that the silver of her eyes began to dim slightly. Night vision kicked in for her senses and was a hazy gray navigating through the cavern. The atmosphere immediately began to change, the air becoming less moving and fluid than the outside. He questioned her isolation. It was a double-edged question. ”Not just here. Been alone for about three moon cycles.” Zsuzsa responded, glancing at him then forward into the cave. ”You?” The Mackenzie shot back, even though she felt like she knew the answer. He seemed like he was in prime shape, with no malnourishment and pristine appearance. He was definitely a looker.