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Mmhmm, She replied casually, searching Vanja’s features for any sign of concern or distaste- after all, being labelled a witch might merit a wolf a certain degree of avoidance from others. They might not conthider themthelveth to be official witcheth, but….Eh, you’ll thee when you meet ‘em. She said. They’re bewitching, if nothin’ elthe. She summarized, hoping the added mystery might intrigue Twitch further.

Before the end of March, She said. They got aloe, growth out in their landth. I’ve been given a thalve before- good for puttin’ on your belly when the kidth are nurthin’ hard. Thootheth the thkin….I’ll be wantin’ thome of that, if they got it, or thomethin’ along thothe lineth. She explained. We can athk ‘em what they’d like in return- could thend a yearling their way to help with hunt-th for a bit, we’ve done that before. She recalled the time Ancelin had spent at Sapphique, how he’d smelled of ocean whenever he’d come to visit. 

We- Anthuhlin an’ I- grew up in a pack not far from Thapphique. That’th…Thapphique, but uh, thtart-th with an eth, She explained, so Twitch might understand the correct pronunciation. Been a while thinthe we theen ‘em. Keen to check in an’ thee how they’re doin’ She explained.