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He wants to hate the man for it, as soon as he registers the words. He's always known Alessia was part coyote, but it never meant anything to him until now — and suddenly it's another thing to hate about himself. He wants to project that feeling onto the pale stranger, to shuffle himself out of the spotlight — but then he notices something odd about his speech, and the feeling changes entirely.
Hrææta. You speak another language, He surprises himself with how well he imitates the sound of the word; not an exact mirror, but startlingly accurate. « I do too. But mine is prettier. » He continues, then adds, I haven't met anyone else who does before, outside of my family.