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Gin furrowed her brow a bit at the initial response she received from Grim. She had hoped that this woman had been rather familiar with all sorts of bugs and crawlers. She had thought that this was a unique thing for a she-wolf to find interesting, knowing that even though she was bold, she did not like the look of the little insects beneath their paws. It would have been interesting to learn more about the world she knew little of.
 
“My moms are Rosalyn and Erzulie,” the young siren responded with a nod.
 
The two leaders of the pack had been the one constant in Regin’s life. She had known only the presence of those members. Unaware, her true mother was the young Raleska. This would likely be a truth that would never be revealed to the young pup.