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The cur's cracked gaze of cerulean glinted with a momentary spark of intrigue at the yearling's words. Perhaps her sea-tribe shared some custom with the wolves of Salik's Kalallit. Maybe they too found that it eased life to have several mates, multiple mothers and fathers to raise the next generation. It didn't seem polite that she should inquire further into the intimate arrangements of Chacal's mothers, however, thus she didn't ask for details but gave only a slight smile full of kinship. 

"Our chief is @Wintersbane," she shared, thinking it only fair when the ambassador had freely named her own dams and her clan alike. Besides, she'd given no reason for Tupilak to distrust her intentions so far. "He might make good friend of Sapphique, Imaq hope. Maybe Imaq come see Chacal's teeth-innaks," the merle mused softly, haunches tremoring with a faint gesture of excitement at the notion. It had been some time since the golden dove had seen the ocean -- even if it was not the same as her beloved arctic seas.