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as far as tuna was concerned, EVERYONE was above her. She had seen this with the other fellahin who shared all her blood; those who were only half were still held ranking above. perhaps it was just by chance, by luck that tuna would come to take notice that coyote blood was somehow below the blood of a wolf. she could read through the fine lines, though. many shared her blood, though perhaps they would forget this part of themselves. but tuna would know; she could see the coy in others that they desperately attempted to bury and hide and perhaps even kill. 

but that held little value now. instead, tuna could smell Akashingo rush into her flared nostrils, bringing a sense of relief and yet panic at the same time. it would not be the honorary prince that finds her first, but instead, a hemet that Tuna could not recognize. "mah lady!" she would come to cry out, changing her pace and coming to slow herself to a lope as she closes the distance, "ah need senmut, there's som'thin' wrong near th'a lake! d'ew yew know where he is?"

there was certainly something uneasy about the whole thing, tuna would not deny. but she could only hope that this hemet, mistaken as a noble, would be of any use in this situation.