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When she said that she would not be in trouble with her mother for talking to him, Antigone eased. Her unasked question about his home life would have had a pleasant answer. The boy merely didn’t know how welcome strangers were to her home. He did not think that he wanted to be held accountable for a scolding, though he was more likely to get nipped for creeping too close to another family’s den.

Arika asked if his sisters were like him – red. Antigone blinked, glancing down to inspect the warm tan fur at his chest, then following it to his ribs. He did not know that he wore a hood as deep red as his father’s coat. Zulema and Zosime had colors from both of their parents, painted in a different design.

They do. Our father is red all over. Mom is this color, he gestured to his ribs for reference. Do your brother and sister look like you?