I cringe a little at her reasoning behind her face. I had never chosen to eat mulberries, but that might have been because I had been well cared for in the pack. Princely things and all that jazz. The girl darts off into the bushes. I can’t help but smirk, trying to bite back a snicker, at her misfortune. I really shouldn’t laugh at another’s pain, but it was a welcome distraction from the upheaval that had been happening around Taviora and the rest of the pack lands lately. It was nice to see that others still got sick from simply eating berries instead of ‘regular’ food. Probably not even delicious berries. Huh… I wonder if any of the pups would try some if I found some. It would be an interesting experiment. I knew just the ones I would try it on! Might as well use the captives for something.

I sat patiently while she hurled her guts out. Teza might have gone to her aide, I would have wandered away, so I felt as though waiting was a solid middle ground. She returns and I grin that grin that is always plastered on my face. They say I always look like I am up to something, I maintain that is simply my face. Te-Tezcacotl. I repeat, almost tripping up and using my own name. At your service! I get to my feet and bounce around her a little, stretching my legs and curling my back. Something popped and it felt sooo good in my spine. You seem to have run into a bit of bad luck! Are you hungry? Your stomach seems to be empty…. now. I grin broadly again, only this one was clearly forced and playful. One skill I had over my brother was a mastery of language. Both of us knew three. Where his Common was broken and stuttering, mine was superb and coupled with a body language that spoke volumes and was really just a play I could use. Not to mention when the Aztec and Latin accents mixed into the words, I thought it made for a fairly interesting accent. Anyway, that all aside, I look over at her, tail flopping about, very clearly not the calm and collect creature that is my brother.