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Chacal said she knew, though she didn't elaborate, nor offer any answers to Haunt's questions. The pale youth peered at the side of her face, noticing how her companion refused to meet her eye. Once more, she found herself a little nonplussed. If she was reading Chacal right, she had caused discomfort of some kind. Haunt rewound her words and couldn't figure out what she might've said wrong.

She huffed out a breath, mildly frustrated at her inability to comprehend Chacal's mercurial moods. "Who is your maman?" she asked distractedly, though before Chacal could answer, she guessed, "Erzulie? Or Rosalyn?" And just saying their names begged a ton more questions. Haunt forgot her momentary irritation as she asked, "They're... mates aren't they? How did they have puppies if they're both female?"

Her yellow eyes fixed on Chacal's face, this subject suddenly much more fascinating than the deer. She was pretty sure she was right about her cohort's parentage, so she didn't voice her skepticism about the women's arrangement. They were her superiors too, and Haunt didn't want to disrespect them. But she found the whole thing extremely unusual.